Wednesday, the red day.
Edo grasped the sparrow’s tail,
before he strummed the lute.
The morning’s gestures ironing out
twisted thoughts and nasty tongues.
I could be doing things.
Like what? Said the first face.
Wearing shorts. Laughing with friends under an umbrella.
You did that yesterday, said the second.
I can do whatever I want!
So what’s the problem? Asked the third.
I would like to climb something,
which might not happen.
I would watch myself climb. I would climb
with myself, ascend to a place
where the air is lighter, cold and still.
And walk together over camelback hills
that trail away to magnetic waves
where cathedral mounds line the path,
scattered like stones left behind,
lucent breadcrumbs for the moon to find.
I would look for something built
with a hidden chamber, comforted by symmetry
somewhere in it’s center.
Inside the belly of something indestructible,
who keeps me safe as I dream and
But you have to work today, said the three.
That’s why I have the shits.
For I am meant to do many things
I can’t without pay.
All the things I was meant to do
Stranger presents Derrick May, 14th December at Howler
Rage on young and old
Derrick brings the melody to our memories
On which our lives depend
Let’s Go to The Beginning with Rhythim
We all need somebody to dance for