prisms
thuh man sitting somewhere
there in a room full of broken rhymes
his eyes blaring slowly staining red
echoes leaning ‘gainst duh side of his vision
a moment shifting lone through his head
random tracks of sleepwalkers colliding
laying here on melting snow
brown coloring the moment of each sound
laughter ‘cross the beggar’s pain
circles moving
close kin to one another
longing ‘cross a distance
honed close to ah edge
smooth muscles poised
becoming smooth curves soft
silently waiting in silk
paternal urges here slowly led away
blending in a round bubbular world
fear surrounding and pulling
moulding mystical suasions
doled out at vicarious occasions
in stone blurred forms
colored live ‘cause of flesh
Copyright © 1978 Asili Ya Nadhiri
Dear Asili, I’m glad you were able to find the OBSIDIAN poems. Jerry Date: Sat, 5 Dec 2015 07:29:48 +0000 To: jerry.ward31@hotmail.com