Kangsen Feka Wakai
Boom! Bap!
Boom! Boom! Bap!
Boom! Bap!
Boom! Boom! Bap!
Cacophonous rhythms from thumping chests
Elicit unwanted migraines
So I bite a slice from Biko's bean pie
And fart like my neighbor's cat,Trouble,
who spends mornings on the heels of head-nodding lizards.
A confession:
As a boy, I used to laugh
at the ngong dog who would shit right
next to the woman selling paw-paw
Her pearl of a daughter
Inflicted with a a bad case of kro-kro
What?!
Sah!?
What!?
Sah! Ah say, ah go write wetin ah want.
What?
I am weary of mercenaries of truth
And spit out the ashes of messiahs
To the whirlwind of fate
What?
Break-dancer I am
To the poetics of dry laughter
I have sang along
To nothingness
Tangoed to ssshhhh
And ululated to symphonic sighs
Oh yes!
I have drenched my sheets
To the music of quietude
And the hallelujahs of heartbeats
The music of quietude
The hallelujahs of heartbeats
Boom! Bap!
Boom! Boom! Bap!
Boom! Bap!
Boom! Boom! Bap!
Cacophonous notes from thumping chests
Ruffle the venerated crypts of slumbering teachers!
In deed, let a thousand nine-hundred and ninety eight
violet lilies bloom on ground that is free of locusts—however noble!
What?!
Sah!
What?!
Ah say, ah go write wetin ah want!
What?!
About cosmic jam sessions with Kotto-Bass and Sun-Ra.
About non-conversations with Kafka on the opinion page
of a Salvadoran bi-weekly.
About smelly socks and okro soup!
About poto-poto!
About singing along with a mute choir!
What?
About the alchemy of her fingertips
Tip-toeing on the plateaus of my heaving chest.
About how I melted like candle wax in her grip.
About politricks!
About roaches and fascists!
About mosquitoes and cops!
Ah go write myself to the precipice of now
and the frontiers of NOT YET!
Sah, in deed, ah go write wetin ah want!
Iconoclastic and full of poetic grandeur. A unique and daring vision.
Posted by: Dzekashu MacViban | February 26, 2010 at 02:30 AM
U really di write na weti(n) u want 4 here! U liberate ureself like in goddam rotten creole...we can feel da flow...dis one na real loud & sharp matta...but as Mac.v don discuss, e sound damn IKONOKLASTIK!! we go borrowam...thumps up!
Posted by: Wirndzerem GB | February 27, 2010 at 02:45 PM
Massa, totally. One man yi cocoa na other man coffee.
Posted by: Account Deleted | March 06, 2010 at 12:09 AM