National Poetry Writing Month - Day 22
I. Jill the Word
O goddess of rhyme, tongue-daggered divine,
verses flickering
like subway lights
under alphabeta avenues.
She speaks slapback truths,
cadence queen of bassline clove.
She, the thunderclap.
She, erupting swagger syllables.
II. Gabby the Flame
She of low-slung fire/flame-walker,
hair haunted waves,
disco prophet in combat boots.
The wild riff threads a groove through night’s heavy neon blanket.
The city leans in when her fingers spark that fire fire fire.
Chorus as to scripture
slim silence to sway.
III. Kate the Spine
Holy metronome.
The pulse, the crash and hold.
Ka tatata tiss boom tempo too.
She the ritual rhythm.
She body bonding
in a temple of graffitied glory.
The snare is law.
The toms declare,
“Bear witness, all you heady dancers.”
IV. Vivian the Smoke
Mistwalking waking melody
echo a hushed heaven’s harmonies.
She floats like cold incense over cracked New York City pavement.
She is the breath between the lines,
the liminal space that steadies sacred chords.
She is the dissolution.
They, the fourfold motion.
Make me feel so small.
Cardinal points on the sound-system compass.
Kaos K.O.
Pledge your hips to their worthy cause.
Kid gloves.
Kiss the ground.
Yes it feels so good to be alive.