19 May, 2019
Music, Darts, and Other Gifts
Atlantic, Chess, Stax
Frankie Crocker and WBLS
Voices shattering windows
You gave those gifts to me
No Wednesday night CBS suburban twin bed brotherly scuffle
This was Brooklyn hot knife edge balance
My eyes sweating fear watching your fingers dance along the blade
D train wheels wailing call and response as you turned the volume up
Reed and skin, bleeding chords and harmonies
Memphis, Detroit, Mississippi, Mobile, Harlem
Raising roofs, stakes and desire
Closing my eyes, I see twitching toes on Brighton Beach
Comic book muscle builders watching girls bounce in the surf
In a few months you will throw a football into my shaky hands
The sound of crunching leaves under my feet staying with me
Later, when you throw a dart into my soft stomach
Laughing as a track of blood broadens underneath my t-shirt
Midnight listening to Coltrane and Puente
Covers the wound in darkness and urgency
Between sets I find a way
Guided by Otis and Dizzy, sheets of flatted fifths waving in an ocean breeze
A child led out of a three room maze of a salesman’s and gypsy’s unnoted decay
Into the frightening joy of the different