Corinne Bailey Rae - Closer

aaarggggh so I have accepted the fact that I will NOT be able to see my love Corinne Bailey Rae perform at Kanawha Plaza in August... BUT it is only to compete with my team Slam Nahuatl at the National Poetry Slam in St. Paul. SO here is the video for "Closer" (my favorite off of her newest album The Sea). The video definitely compliments the 70s-disco-love-funk vibe of the song. See for yourself!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eJ-IegCdFnI

*Her songs Are You Here, Love's On Its Way, & Diving For Hearts are equally beautiful; the lyrics are elegant and profound. Pure poetry. Go buy the album and enlighten yourself, fool!

"I Need You"

A piece from the silver sketchbook

I have enjoyed filling up this summer!

"I Need You"

marker x pen

-robalu

"Medium: Oils"

"Medium: Oils"

It’s raining! It’s pouring!

Evacuate your homes!

Hurricane BP is a-coming!

Wh-where are the college students?

Oh No! College kids don’t watch the news;

they are adults but still children at heart!

My God, look at them in the park:

splashing in puddles barefoot,

catching raindrops with their tongues!

The air reeks of Mother Nature’s blood. 

The winds whip up a slick sea spray,

 the sky takes a sip, then a gulp;

levees in the clouds crack, their bellies burst open.

Oil spills down the students throats— 

the petrol poisons their purified souls.

An old man in his car saw it; 

said the children were vomiting rainbows.

It’s raining! It’s pouring!

My inner child curls up

in the comfort of my ribs,

shaking my heart like a rattle.

-Robert Gibson Jr.

Cracked

"Cracked"

The cloud of crack smoke layers
thick and sweet enough to decay
the strongest man into a yawning hole.

You are a zombie chasing a ghost;
sucking on glass chimneys, smoking out
your soul from its once fleshy home.

The man in the mirror is a mirage
and your loved ones are coin machines;
insert a few false promises, and your fix will flow.

-R.Gibson

06/21 my father's birthday

Dad's birthday is the day after Father's day;
the phone is buzzing like an insomniac insect
and all he wants to do is sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

"America" by Henry Dumas

*This is one of those poems that make you say "Damn" because you respect the poet for describing just enough imagery to help you see their exact observation and understand how profound that observation was.

AMERICA

If an eagle be imprisoned
On the back of a coin
And the coin is tossed into the sky,
That coin will spin,
That coin will flutter,
But the eagle will never fly.

by Henry Dumas

moments single

 

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amtrak insomniac

"amtrak insomniac"

the train leaves its station at 3:15 am
a mile and a half away from my home
it sings and shuffles the after storm air

dad snores like a car that won't start
he barrels around in a king size bed
it bellows under his broken in body

he fights flying monkeys in his dreams
swings like lion with the witch's broom
cusses them out in their world and mine

through my hollow bedroom door
i hear cowboys shooting on the tv
they are probably robbing a train