Sean Thomas Dougherty Poem in the Key of B Flat Down the street how dangerous when you look away such crazy music mixed biography, a sort of gypsy wail, these sirens shredding the dark, by creating it, for what is common but the beautiful blue blackness of our voices, or the green guttural tinge, like Nina Simone. Against the barricades who is signing? In nightclubs hibiscus blooms sending ululations. What I mean to say is in these alleyways and tenements, these beat down flats and dives, under these bar tabs and spinning lights, we live. We slide unseen at an unnatural speed, to say a word in the key of B flat, in the in-between hours before anyone has arrived, we unfold the plan The cop who beat the pregnant woman with his fist. We throw the rocks. We burn the building down. What is chance but where and when? Light the match and flame the fuse. For what is to be earned is now and not the afterlife. No violin or accordion for the unseen world, but this gravel, this handful of sharded glass. These jeweled bits of smashed that are worth nothing—
Posted on: Thu, 25 Sep 2014 15:44:06 +0000