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They wanted their turn to wear striped pants
and grow ponytails, croon harmonicas
and agitate tambourines, thousands
of them trying to make the Sixties last longer
by floating in a sea of hair and bare shoulders
O the difference
between dialogue and harmony—
how I understood
in one blue moment
to give myself to water
In light of National Poetry month, shaking like a mountain will run a series of new poems this week starting tomorrow with Simmon Buntin’s “Desert Jazz.”
Yeah, so we all get born, we die,
the nights are dark between
the two. So what. The room
is dimly lit and I’m no expert on the blues,
white girl sitting here cozy dreaming
of her own gone dad, but hey—
we all pass this way, nights now
He left behind the frozen landscape
and empty mines of his Midwestern home
to head east, for New York
where he heard it was all happening.
The Jersey Shore
We arrive in our gasping, grunting white Ford Fairlaine
The crying gulls begin as if on cue
like Hendrix, the noise challenges and displaces the air around us…
