And because it's Friday
Comments open on Ka'Ba. Also since we had nothing last week let's throw this out there from when Baraka was Leroi Jones:
Preface to a Twenty Volume Suicide Note
Lately, I've become accustomed to the wayThings have come to that.
The ground opens up and envelopes me
Each time I go out to walk the dog.
Or the broad edged silly music the wind
Makes when I run for a bus...
And now, each night I count the stars.
And each night I get the same number.
And when they will not come to be counted,
I count the holes they leave.
Nobody sings anymore.
And then last night I tiptoed up
To my daughter's room and heard her
Talking to someone, and when I opened
The door, there was no one there...
Only she on her knees, peeking into
Her own clasped hands
Goddamn--"the broad-edged silly music." Awesome.