song on iTunes: Boogie Man Song /Mos Def/The New Danger
freewrite 12/27 (continued from last night)
..and i know not what she plans to do
tonight we exchanged more than numbers. we released
adjectives to fill in the blanks btwn our pauses.
freedom, i did not know it could be so passionate
making us a child to language once again.
i have tried wrap myself around words in her presence
but i fail to appear like a man.
i have laid naked here before
and was betrayed by an image i created on fanciful
and creative evenings sipping too much of the moment.
like Walcott's Anna
she failed everytime she proved my Anna failed.
those hilltops were my St. Lucia and i lay on
a boat made of sugar cane on those rivers worshipping its scent,
the water filling my boots.
"will you grow old alone?", a love asks me
and i tell her i cannot think that far in the future
i have not grown grey hairs and i can still
remember your name.
so lets just pray for the best
because i have so much more love to write....
*****
In other news, I will be attending a retreat for my job so sadly, (dont cry), I will be absent until Friday.
aight peace.
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