- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Kinshasa
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Ndombolo gunned words
camouflage shorts, weapons
balanced on tight hips
oil drum muscles ripped from shoulder,
back a sinuous river swelling, and
thick veined branches
clutching machetes
Here Cassius Clay consecrated Ali
pouring palm wine onto greedy earth
everything spoken in Congo river gurgling
over wet rocks and discarded tin cans
up and down
and up again
Kwasa, Kwasa
In neighborhoods of
rusted zinc held down with stones
young girls pop moves in the street
before the clouds burst
and their bare feet sink into
red earth.
- COMMENTS
Trixareforkidsalmost 10 years agoSo colorful you can see it quite clearly. I like the ending image best of all, the wet earth covered feet.
todski28almost 10 years agoAnd imagery in this support each other like a finely crafted house, this is brilliant and evocative Desejo! onomatopiea is running through this to the point I can almost feel the scene,
The interlocking of hips, ripped
Shoulder river,
branches, machetes,
Even the entry of gunned words, and weapons on hips,
everything spoken in Congo river gurgling
over wet rocks and discarded tin cans
up and down
and up again
Kwasa, Kwasa
Can almost here the river , googled kwasa
A dance rhythm Which leads into your next stanza perfectly
Street nd feet are perfectly placed to enhance the sound and rhythm,
The sibilance works so well here too
.final line is so textured.
Sincerely a gushing fan boy hahaha
