"Lulu's back in town"

for wk

There's no easy way to say this.

With an Easter Lily doing the voice-over,

I could speak loudly amongst the robins.

Then the big male said,

"when I am happiest,

I do the Monk dance where I,

lifting my arm about my breast,

twist myself into the earth".

"Jazz lover",  I whisper

as the explosive rest

fling themselves unapologetically

into the wind.

Reviews

[BougaTimeBongo]

I love the way that your poetry takes us on a journey from point A to B even when we don't necessarily go anywhere. I love the language you've used, the idea that the robin dances his dance to jazz is wonderful and graphic. I really admire your poetry style, your use of freestyle prose over the more structured. I, too, love something that speaks more to the subject, the theme, and is less concerned with itself as a technically correct piece of literary creation. You're titling I also enjoy - it's not obvious, it's not in your face and doesn't tell everything about the poem too early. Awesome poem, lady.

[W.k.kortas]

Ain't comin' home until the fall indeed (as an aside, I prefer the Dick Powell version as opposed to the Waller version, though you can't argue with Fats most days, though I suspect there is some false bravado in all his mugging and such...) This captures the time of year pitch-perfectly, the sheer illogical giddiness at just plain old surviving one more winter, the tongue-in-cheek "twist myself into the earth" (cf. the old Genesis lyrics "Once a man, like the sea I raged/Once a woman, like the earth I gave"), the unapologetic joy of just being. And now, time to get my ol' tuxedo pressed...

[Ed Hart]

i get on this street car and you always take me right downtown

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like the voice over...speaking loudly amongst those robins, who say...time to dance, it's spring---
that jazzy wind of the new season...and the explosive rest in harmony, fling themselves unapologetically...love that word...

the boys are back in town...the boys of spring...

nicely expressed.