the muse is up late
and she is not taking no for an answer
i am almost finished with one poem and finished this tidbit that came from an exercise roger threw out.
btw, this is not an exclusive club. go to rog’s journal over at rogerbonair.com and you will get all kinds of writing exercises, reading recommendations and early poems.
From: "Roger Bonair-Agard"
Date: Sat Feb 1, 2003 12:21 pm
Subject: write muthafuckas! write!
here's your writing exercise. bring it to bar 13 on monday or the monday
after that or the one after that...
which night is yours? what part of the dark belongs to you?
i’m holding a beer bottle high in the air
to distillate the colors of the night
as i toast the urban forest
a train rolls by
flashing sparks alongside the el
and i see my place
in the orange glow of streetlights
this is the only darkness
i have ever known
where god shines down
like the empire state building
dressed in hues of green
and still means
that the ambulances
are obeying streetlights
and silent means
that the cops
are using batons
i avoid the stark luminance
of blue lights imitating day
and run under constellations
of apartment lights
dancing across the bricks
sometimes hiding in the gray
of shadows that give shortened
breaths a chance to reclaim lungs
and get ready to bounce to the next
row of penumbras guiding me through
rows of late night gas stations
and bulletproof revolving trays
ready for that next forty
life lines that tell me
i am never more lost
than when i am comfortable
in the dark