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Bluesody

I.

To whom it may concern I've forgotten the inculcation

of the blues, deafened to Ashanti palms chanting ancient syncopation

down the river Densu. Boogie woogie misplaced,  plopped 

into a gumbo of ostentation. Tongue numbed to greasy

empiricism: hogmaws,collards, chitterlings. Help me recall  the bubbling, 

bubbling, bubbling of polyrhythms, dripped from juke joint tongue.

Remind me what's jelly roll soul squeezed

out of gilded lips.

 

Don't you hear the melting swish-swash of jitterbuggin'

bellies  slathered  down to ragtime slush?

Slick ebony cogitations hover above ivory keys,

lackadaisical tobacco casually disintegrating.

Jive, hard,boiled, flesh,  pinstriped zoot-suits.

This music burns as  conked scalps, or de jure

segregation. Blowin'  away Afro-codifications 

decoded within eardrums  of even those most 

scrupulously colonized.

Melodies that groan n' bellow' n' moan,

finally cuaterize the wounds of

memory's amnesiac night.

II.

Arise

suddenly,

to find one's

mind sopped

in fallacy;

wring out 

each 

commodified

blood 

drop

let  flesh cool...melancholy congeal...

...though you would likely

have me call this feeling

 

something 

wretched,

something

 “post-blues".