Today had far too many shitty moments in it. Time to treat myself.
I think in French. I’m sorry – je pense en francais, although since I made my debut to the world in Queens my accent is a whole ‘nother matter…trust. So,after totally and irreparably mangling this segue, I give you “Elle Mots”.
“Elle Mots” (Her Words) is whoever, whomever and whatever written work (hey, that’s five double-u’s in a
wrow row) I come across that moves me. At the moment I’m all for having my creative stagnancy smacked upside the head. Have I said I can’t write lately? *sigh*
I hope they aren’t Braxton Hicks messin’ with me. It’s time to give birth and dirty up blank pages with magnificent miasma.
Mais, apres un peu plus de cafe.
“I Wrote A Good Omelet” by Nikki Giovanni
I wrote a good omelet…and ate
a hot poem… after loving you
Buttoned my car…and drove my
coat home…in the rain…after loving you
I goed on red…and stopped on
green…floating somewhere in between…
being here and being there…
after loving you
I rolled my bed…turned down
confused but…I don’t care…
Laid out my teeth…and gargled my
gown…then I stood
…and laid me down…
To sleep…after loving you