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kin to good dreams
vivid nightmares in-between
indulgent scenes
espy thespians
clipping sapor
soaked bamboo sticks
coco mango a merge supreme
neighborly smells
of fried fish, plantains, rice and beans
seems my dress is so corny
as one sit adroit trying to fit in
licking at the hips of coolness
a stiff shot of something lusty
will settle the tightness of configuration
loosen lips sedate the linguist
to issue just as nature would have
one to belong
innate talent to capture dwindling luminaries
trend edge snatch up by corporations
sold back to the hood
with stamps of their own
she survives rising up
towering heights with steel roots
her horns spitting accents
marinating in each sonnet I continue to toss at the wind
assemble Venus Hottentot descendants
to revelation dance
I love you . . . Brooklyn
cotton to your warm living room of old illegal joints
someplace downtown brown
shake shimmy; cutting capers in no drawers
unraveling her apron for spring
colorful trestle majestically solid
all dressed up readying for new folks
of many countries
I refuse to leave in this way
whispering i must stay
for the last dance
© 2011 Lepadah
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