There was a girl in the psych ward
Who stood out from the rest
Because she warily ignored
Everyone there but me
Margaritaritamargarita
Scary clowns in hospital gowns
Noticed how she was dressed
(As if they noticed anything)
I noticed she was bored
Margaritaritamargarita
She noticed silkscreened Bob Marley
On me and smiled at me
She sent me through the ups and downs
And I began to sing
Margaritaritamargarita
Sad clowns shuffled out of our way
Alive in Unit Five
We decided to live that day
Though damned and in hell's hive
Margaritaritamargarita
She took my book a trophy to
Dinners of nothing but
Air only air (and knew I knew)
Far as the eye could see
Margaritaritamargarita
If I go back no matter what
I know where she is there
And I know she will remember
August in September
Margaritaritamargarita
A ballerina from Russia whose smile
All white teeth and fragility
Within a mask of pain
Made me forget we were crazy awhile
Inciting possibility
And we will meet again
Could be soul mates, Steven. Most everyone thinks of this as a purely romantic connotation, but if you had this kind of connection through the haze of "madness", it could be so. Romantic and intoxicating write...
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
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Well done, you're poetry is outstanding.
Gerry
Lin