Monday, April 15, 2013

Celebrating National Poetry month

"maybe this time" by Lepadah

Free these city streets
beneath calloused feet 
burden by concrete 
sky tower, tenements, speckle pigeons perched 
gray gutter rats dwindle from the light 
there's something kinda beautiful here
early rise yoke 
yellow ball east of China town 
off broadway bridge buckling down 
The city illusive . . .
no ninjas just chaotic chinese
chopped into Bruce Lee videos winded chimes
continue twinkle ring in dingy take-out
doorway stand nursing a plastic container
rice noodles, baby bok choy 
ribbons steam twirl upward
inhale, blow, sip . . .
pabulum dawn soul
leaving here breaks away from insanity 
suicide, sexual romper room 
maybe this time . . . maybe this time 
they'll let love win
between the two them
thru whistle  breeze 
across the bayou of Antee's youth 
made of sugar tea, liquor lemonade and women so free 
you'll find the love in your food scenting 
she love to taste colors
that of the moon
some blood red
some sunny 
some blue; blue as your mood
some black green tornado swirl
pink like tomorrow's promise to you 
love the sound of hard pluck
mahogany  guitar
biting bits raw honey 
off black berry lips 
kissing into broken french 
conjure up dance 
in audubon beds of foxglove flowers
late noon to swinging string 
Freeing at hem of  pinafore 
flirting peek of brown sweet thigh
chasing after the moon 
in the Louisiana sky...

maybe this time 
maybe this time
she'll let love in 
Just maybe ... this time she'll let this love win

© 2012 Lepadah

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