Born again. Another day. Regenerated, cells reprised.
Always. Change. Still. Constant.
Sleep is our exile: from birth to exile.
In our dreams we perform twice-hourly spacewalks to retrieve (several) film cassettes.
The purpose of this lonely circling rendezvous is to move and shake in mystical states, in anticipation of the cliffhanger scene when we forget our safe world in the lonely circle and fail to return from our dreams.
How quickly the lighted taper of our existence burns to vapor, as we fade to black on Earth’s surface.
Return home to our seedpods, in a distant sky with different stars. Far from the astronomer’s gaze.
With our Earth eyes disabled, we use transcendental meditation to put the finishing touches to our minds.
Black associates of the Joker have kidnapped Batman and Robin and, at gunpoint, forced the Caped Crusaders to help aspiring rappers escape from the Hood. A yet to be famous musician called Gill Scott-Heron narrates the story.
Batman in Harlem.
Aspiring rappers nicknamed the Sharp Necks are clamoring to gain entry to the Story Avenue club.
I shall not stay awhile under this duress, says Batman.
Say, what’s up, Bruce, you don’t dig the jive in Harlem?
I’m late for an appointment with the Mayor of Gotham City, opines Batman.
Lights! Camera! Action!
Okay, in today’s episode, you and
Robin spin the turntables forward and
retrograde mimicking the paths of planets.
Are you down with you that plan, B?
Batman says nothing.
He’s a superhero. KABOOM!
What’s our payoff ? POW!!
We are company that his soul can’t bear to keep. SPLAT!!!
Roll away the stone, put your smoke in the air. HOLY SMOKES BATMAN. Life
is waiting and we gonna peel outta the ghetto like apples falling far from the tree. ZAP!!
Hey you poets with the gold teeth – wave your hands in the air.
I present to you: Robin and Batman. The original R n B!
The crowd go wild. Stamping. Clapping. Cheering. Whistling.
National Poetry Writing Month (also known as NaPoWriMo) is a creative writing project held annually in April in which participants attempt to write a poem each day for one month.
Today is Day 13 of the challenge… I heard from a trusted source that it’s not too late to enter the challenge!
“Your prompt for today is simply to take a walk. Make notes — mental or otherwise — on what you see on your walk, and incorporate these notes into your poem. A bit more serene and observational than yesterday, and hopefully a nice, calming poem to begin your weekend with.”
Paper Dance Steps
CUTS an old-fashioned
into paper dance steps
for left and right
She lays the makeshift choreography on the frozen sidewalk