Listening to the B-Boys:

  1. I imagine the rapture of crows
    [size=50]…[/size]in a dark barn:

[size=50]…[/size]backs low,

[size=50]…[/size]heads bobbing,

[size=50]…[/size]and beaks like daggers
[size=50]…[/size]slashing the air
[size=50]…[/size]with rhythmic fury.

  1. I drive the streets at night
    [size=50]…[/size]and find them still
    [size=50]…[/size]-young, shaggy, and slumped,
    [size=50]…[/size]but as bold as ever.

3.I want love,
[size=50]…[/size]real love,
[size=50]…[/size]the kind I can’t return;
[size=50]…[/size]I want silk and Vaseline
[size=50]…[/size]and the fierce joy of talking to you,
[size=50]…[/size]but in another language;
[size=50]…[/size]I want what I want:
[size=50]…[/size]where, when, who, and how;
[size=50]…[/size]I want love,
[size=50]…[/size]real love;
[size=50]…[/size]we’ll know it when it hurts.

4.Drunk on a farm in Iowa,
[size=50]…[/size]in broad daylight,
[size=50]…[/size]with a joint in one hand,
[size=50]…[/size]and a tape in the other.’
[size=50]…[/size]The volume is set:

[size=50]…[/size]full thrust.

[size=50]…[/size]And when I insert the tape
[size=50]…[/size]and touch the button,
[size=50]…[/size]crows begin to scatter.

You have to worry about access to instant publication…

and the temptation that involves.

4U Mag.

Writing’s just a script for the reader’s imagination.

This is excellent.

It is indeed Rainey… the young man has a knack of writing very well, that a movie from the verses form in the mind and become all too vivid like Memorex.

Thanks guys.It was a poem I wrote some time ago that came together piece by piece in a spontaneous way.

I hope to be able to come close to such an experience at my more advanced age.