Friday, June 15, 2012

Discipline of Whispers of Frozen Time...


Then We Heard The Thunder in the Discipline of Whispers of Frozen Time...
by
Malik Sekou OSEI

The vexing silence of
broken clocks and watches
For some men are odd,
for they dream
in scents and smells,
Some swear,
they have the scent of
nutmeg
As they sleep in
too tight bandanas,
on
their
styles
home.
They swear, they smell
Friday fish of grove.
Where granny who gave the impression
that she had the science of dreams,
down to a science
Then we heard the thunder,
she would whisper...
Any dreams about birds
means good health,
because her motor
car
was at a full stop,
she was still
trying to turn the wheel,
she forgot to wind her watch,
For she has never
been a follower
of
time
she felt as its
victim...
when her dreams would appear
behind close eye-lids
As Ebony men
ride home
at
...night
Through stoic
shades
of
….evening.
The huge of darkness
gives
comfort
of
anonymity
through
foul and never
empty
tunnels
of
travel
trying...
to convince
that
they
are
not "still"
at
stop
called
PLANTATION...
The illusion
of motion
of
a NYC metro card.
THEY...
smile,
when
regal
women
of
Ebony
never
removed
sit across
with
children
and
one
child's
head
deep
in
a
book
trying
to
figure
the complexities
of living—life
with a smile.
Men smile
at the ever
slight
chance
at
motion.
They whisper
in a
child's
ear...
"By the virtue of the more
you know. The less you
can be mislead..."
This
big headed
ebony
boy-child
only
responded
"then we heard the thunder."
Then all the clocks
and watches on the
train began to work.
For the Ebony
Boy-child
understood
that
history
cannot
be understood
behind
the
warmth
of
closed
eye-lids .
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