Sometimes you don’t need words! Sometimes you just need rhythm and some hand gestures.
SWOON!
Category: soul
Thursday night (mine) (poem).
Illastep
Three dudes making music
on a rolled-out rug
Outside the table umbrellas
are lined with lights
One red guitar
One guitar with four shining knobs
Ian like a young Allen Ginsberg
on the drums
The lips of the man I kiss
taste like new smoke
People are talking and people
are nodding along
All my hair is safely stowed
underneath my hat
Good god thank you, this
is exactly what I wanted out of my twenties
A Snooks Eaglin kind of day (song).
Sometimes you try to go to a yoga class and it doesn’t work, and sometimes the poem you’re working on is about dead people, and sometimes the day is foggy, all on the same day, and also sometimes you are me, but not most of the time. Sing it to me, Snooks.
panache, perhaps 