guys: this is an example of a ghazal. i'm enjoying the work that has been posted so far! post more. post more! and y'all who've posted nothing so far. get on it!! it'll be fun, i swear!
Up Jump the Boogie
for John Murillo’s book party
We piled into the upper room, sniffing for our kind
fiending one another, all different shades of black
reincarnated of another renaissance, we dressed
all smooth, so sharp we seemed blades of black
all tropes present, the diva queen, the lover king
the matron thick, the scandalous - all swaying to black
There was fried chicken, blues and copious bass
We hold tight to our history. Forgive us if we’re slaves to black
John, tall and stately, a funk renegade, a fist unfurled,
from head to toe, in grown man garb, my niggah swathed in black
poems mystical as a fist fight, thick as a pistol
the women sing his name in verse. Their hips swayed to black
Rum for Chango, spirits poured for all our dead
our gathering blessed, the ancestors keep us bathed in black
and I, Roger, honored to be among the called, the numbered
sing my song. I’m of a protected clan. We chant survive. We don’t just fade to black.
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