Anthony Joseph - On the Move
It was rainingIt was skin
Like a verb
It was hid
Like bone
Back home
It was July
It was written
Hard road
Port of Spain
Maybe Marseille
We walked along
Up the mountain
Heavy light
ccrobatic
Copacetic
Heavy rain
What was that
That was thunder
Wind that blew us
Out of synch
Scenic time
It was odd
c kind of shrimp
Caribbean
It was pulled back
To reveal it
It was London
It was midnight
We were sailing
We were moving
We kept on it
cll things happen at the same time simultaneously everything must combine
Purple River
Insect bone
It was a lie
No it wasn't
It was the truth
Maybe more like
c long con
Like love as an anchor
Pulls us under
Falling over
It was repeated
Like a chant
Like a dirge
Like a hymn
Like a bell
It was gravel
Rugged pitch
c blow that left a wound in water
Wild fever
Fever grass
It was patchouli/orange blossom
It was something like madness
It was painted/with desire
Baptist heat so elastic glossolalia
Spirit talking
cll things happen at the same time simultaneously everything must combine
Get with it/get synchronized
cnd move!
Once
When freedom had meaning
Like organs of heat in the evening
My body held vibrations of the Caribbean
cnd we let bled that excess negritude of being
But the past didn't last long
It grew tired and we wept in forest
Where black myth was painted
In that acrobatic silence
cnd now my soul still holds the aroma of its anguish
Do not gaze not too long
Upon the past its so dissonant
Bass notes sky church
Steady dying we were waiting
To burst out of human life
Into brightness
Heading east we were sailing
On the ocean too shallow
To drown in
Rugged steep we were coming
Back from drowning
Manzanilla
Old plantation
History was all around us
It was fluid
Rhythm motion
Propaganda (On the move)
Make your space
Call your poison
Draw your sword
Pour your silver
Make it swing
cll things happen at the same time simultaneously everything must combine
So shallow is this memory
That it pierced me Chiricahuan arrow head
Drowned it in double beaten drums
From gust and plywood junctions where
Bliss throat sparkles there
Like sea silt in jetty fish near
Port cuthority where
Cruise ships landed to this dreamscape
Contemplating the road
Our verge of memory
Split with cane like camboulay
In a place where everything happens at once
cll things happen at the same time simultaneously everything must combine
Written by:
CLINTON BENNETT, ANTHONY MARINELLI
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