BLOODLINES I am sure my bloodline has left many impressions in this cement all tangential all indirect I am sure my bloodline in this city in other cities across an ocean have all left powdered imprints on the street in the jazzy dance of their two-tone shoes, cream and tan and snazzy on the blacktop of Lower Broadway I am sure my bloodline has been here before intense and hungry pushing someone and being pushed My bloodline too poor to own slaves too poor not to be slaves I am sure my bloodline kicked and danced down wet foggy ruinous streets in abstract summers I am sure my bloodline took no prisoners I am sure my bloodline might have been working on the railroad but in more likelihood sat in broken down chairs near bleary windows waiting for Opportunity to show her wanton face below, I am sure my bloodline whipped itself into a frenzy of clairvoyance parading to perpetuity; objective about infinity; convinced of its divinity; My bloodline My bloodline all the way My bloodline fought trench to trench against the ideas of soldiers My bloodline listened to music on hilltops, in salons, in caves, and in cafes, alleyways and movie houses, in the desert and in the jungle My bloodline played the music of transition hunched over on icecaps in orthodox countries, walking on fire and sleeping on sofas in Sephardic opium dens flinging open doors closed since Moses was here.
Posted on: Thu, 21 Nov 2013 21:33:11 +0000
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