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Night sounds of Harlem Saturday [[[actually Sunday morning
125 for St. Nick @ 120
[[the Harlem Poem]]
Night sounds of Harlem Saturday [[[actually Sunday morning
Good-bye Downtown [[[not actually thinking of the Monuments you built
Once there was an island where all humanity dreamed
Dreams of Golden Days/// Dreams of Intrin(sic) culture
BO BOP BOP marching to staccato bells * for those stretching
itchy fingers thumping medium grey beats of Hate
positioned socially (on the installment plan) infected landscape
til Knickerbockers are rolling over in
Native Amerikan & Indian grave- yards of History recording so many
varied souls of flesh
Manhatta is Manhattan YES Manhattan is Manhattan YES
Splendid! (((Then...))) Manhattan IS Manhattan YES!YES!
Hunting grounds & cemetary for spirits unable to cross water
Proving ground & laboratorium for hypocritical snaking staffs
crazy dirty test tube mixing beaker to prove Love to be
the only chemical component to keep us sane... Love the Beaver
Life lived through the integrity of honest Labours ((priceless))
Love the artists working up in Harlem, post gentrifically trained
from L.E.S.> Times Square> Hells Kitchen-ette> subways &
sidewalks
It is those to keep the heart pumping though four valves clogged
NOW is swirling blocks; swirling blocks are NOW Harlem children
EXCITED SHREIKING EXPLOSive CRYING
ALOUD SINGING NEW BLUES OLD
NYC STYLE POP CRACK SIZZLING SLEET
-ish slips of tongue from hip felinious flickering
of tales told to sales stolen from
12:30 PM sirens beating backgrounded breaks for- Silence
spanish speaker blown out SON CUBANO
Nobody speweth thee Queens English & even spanish is not spanish
but... Puerto Rican*Argentinian*Ecudorian*Panamanian*... & even
Nuyarican & Spanish Harlemian> Que hora es? is y ahora que?
so... who has the right to say their right is more right?
An artist pulls a black T-shirt over her white
underwear
another applies shape to purple splotches to make
[[the picture]]
seams more sane to wiggles & whistles belting through the loops
Land LORD Lady> from Santo Domingo <sez
this country is full of Mexicana
who willingly work cheap Cheap CHEAPER for labors of longer hours
in both Blue & Grey of Atlantic steeling
seacoast
HERE WE GO! HERE WE GO, HARLEM!!
Catch the D train from Herald Square & head UP-Town,
Jackson
may az well work those stables with Billy-Boy
always another week for 125 sliding 5 blocks into into 120 & St.
Nick
Old Joe sez he needs a Whodunnit
Librarians riding NYPL lions stockpile fines
when the noble Jester decides to save ALL the poets from humiliation
of being locked in the clutches of money grubbing mits
of this Metropolis filled with salty vinegar blooded cusses cursing
Aint that a devilish Dickens of a pickled
egg to be stuck into???
HERE WE GO! HERE WE GO, HARLEM!!
to be feets of striding heats of pre-summer-time
Baby, you know, nobodyd throw out any sort of mechanized fans
anymore
then Tommorrow
then another Tommorrow
you can take yer Betty Crocker Sandy Duncan Doughnuts
& your white flip-flop chocolate chips back to your- Silence
dripping silent tongues trapped in economic green cafes
cause this train aint stopping @ a hundred & three...
ten OR sixteen
One hundred & twenty-five is the title of this weeks rent
to live north in economic means
under barrio full Moon
up here
in Harlem
Where wisps the scent of attraction
after youve gotten over the shock of the sound
such a subtle touch of the tongue
when you say it
Harlem
go ahead
say it
Harlem
Say it smooth
Harlem,
Manhattan
roll it over between finger & thumb
got a mouth full of honey
HARLEM
Chocolate Latina nipples
painting poems
panting purring pussycat
Harlem
Dancing curve of white underwear...itza tight fit
inna yellow dress
Mi Vida... whispers secrets into Uptown night shadows
We are in a cold war with these people.
Dogz begin reversal scratching turntable barking
programmed by MY Man!
Main Man from the Main Stem came up the way
Maybe he IS
biblical outlaw of Amerikan nutrition
& fine French West Indies artforms
primal primitive & phonebook decopage
HE sez (to me @ least)
You must begin your painting with ONE clean, white chicken.
Sit there & stare @ it.
Let the chicken talk to you.
Let IT tell YOU what IT needs...
to be strong
You must have three chicken/canvases each day.
LISTEN TO ME
Whiteman
You MUST have ONE canvassed chicken for breakfast.
ONE chicken canvas @ Noon,
& One chicken on the canvas for dinner...
Praise Jah!
The lovely person from
Madrid responds (((true to form)))
They speak Spanish in New Guinea
. Out of this fourth floor window you can see the rock house of 243
is silent in the sunshine where all through the night
party girls were puddling next to the stoop... Peas in a pod. sez
Pam
telling of conspiratorial body knotted messages thrown out in the trash
back stairs
all those red lights go -BLINK- GREEN! straight up St.
Nicholas
AMAZING!
you could see flat to this shore>> from the entrance of the A
friendly he seems.... sez hell swipe you for a dollar
GOTTA HOLLA fer a DOLLA
!! especially NOW Harlem children Do you believe in your king?
Do you believe in his coin?
Will you ride on his horse? til he puts it to sleep?
All those lights go -BLINK- GREEN! up here in Harlem
Muslim calls to prayer three or four times a day for hair weaving...
Chinese chicken eating sub-woofers beaming outta those rolled down rods
& little boys trying SO HARD to be those jazzy men with more
sooo... HERE WE GO! Here we go, Harlem... with the cop shop two blocks
away from the CosmoMetroPolitan fare... just regular old Saint Nicks
neighborhood
gotta snatch the cash way up here in...
the Hills of Harlem....SO.... here we go, here we go...
Harlem
pmpope 002
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