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By Ntozake Shange Submitted by Misti Date: 2005 Jun 05 Comment on this Work [[2005.06.05.17.22.20133]] |
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you are sucha fool/ i haveta love you you decide to give me a poem/ intent on it/ actually you pull/ kiss me from 125th to 72nd street/ on the east side/ no less you are sucha fool/ you gonna give me/ the poet/ the poem insistin on proletarian images/ we buy okra/ 3 lbs for $1/ & a pair of 98 cent shoes we kiss we wrestle you make sure at east 110 street/ we have cognac no beer all day you are sucha fool/ you fall over my day like a wash of azure you take my tongue outta my mouth/ make me say foolish things you take my tongue outta my mouth/ lay it on yr skin like the dew between my legs on this the first day of silver balloons & lil girl's braids undone friendly savage skulls on bikes/ wish me good-day you speak spanish like a german & ask puerto rican market men on lexington if they are foreigners oh you are sucha fool/ i cant help but love you maybe it was something in the air our memories our first walk our first... yes/ alla that where you poured wine down my throat in rooms poets i dreamed abt seduced sound & made history/ you make me feel like a cheetah a gazelle/ something fast & beautiful you make me remember my animal sounds/ so while i am an antelope ocelot & serpent speaking in tongues my body loosens for/ you you decide to give me the poem you wet yr fingers/ lay it to my lips that i might write some more abt you/ how you come into me the way the blues jumps outta b.b.king/ how david murray assaults a moon & takes her home/ like dyanne harvey invades the wind oh you/ you are sucha fool/ you want me to write some more abt you how you come into me like a rollercoaster in a dip that swings leaving me shattered/ glistening/ rich/ screeching & fully clothed you set me up to fall into yr dreams like the sub-saharan animal i am/ in all this heat wanting to be still to be still with you in the shadows all those buildings all those people/ celebrating/ sunlight & love/ you you are sucha fool/ you spend all day piling up images locations/ morsels of daydreams/ to give me a poem just smile/ i'll get it |