got high from you

I remember...

first hearing merciless

luscious assault voicing spoken word

injustice with a boot planted between the crack

secondary poem on becoming infatuated

someone with the presence of Gil Heron

experiencing sensation of some one materializing

engulfing white stripes off pieces of glass

caught floating above your mane

body sound realizing whose house

I had taken a seat

watched beads of perspiration form

on your brow a glistening choir

poised for the next round of inflection

matching sheen off your moustache

plush black robe surrounds your mouth

counting words as they applauded their outing

they say "Use me"

"I wonna be sanctified"

where nouns that passed came to be resurrected

breath halted at the stories soliloquies spelled

wondering when my heels might touch foundation again

listening on fumes from a sweet fragrant smoke

ears filled with drums and rhythm of Harlem

speech drowned noises unrelated

to the subject operating at your signal

eyes watered from brown copper music of you

speaking my truth and I became too high

Reviews

[A. Amos]

eyes watered from brown copper music of you
speaking my truth and I became too high

This is one is epic and totally unique and beautiful, you are one stylish writer and last two lines took me in your world.. thank you so much for such a creation and sharing..

[Shirlena]

Thank you so much A. I'm completely flattered by your very kind and gracious words. Such a priceless review.

[A. Amos]

You're most welcome my friend and pleasure and honor is all mine..

[Jack...]

Shirlena, this one is out of this world good. Nothing up in smoke about this abstract but beautiful write. You have spun me 'round and turned me over with your words today. I truly enjoyed this and am going to stick it away in my favs for safe keeping.

Made me high....

[Shirlena]

How sweet of you Jack...I'm honored and graced at the effect this had on you...high ;) Thank you