JAMES BALDWIN TO THE RESCUE  
William Parker

 

Sound at the same time same time

Truth caved in as I gave in, gave in

Raw dry throat ready to sow

Cactus dances to the radio.......to the radio

First glimpses of spirit

Mountain, river, tree

Come on and follow me, tomorrow's song for the young ones

Sun to sun...moon to moon

Passing down resolve,

Eloquent elusive winds

 

Dusting feathers of a peacock, of a peacock, of a peacock

 

I know it must be hard to be named after God

I know it must be hard to be named after God

Two grips dense thicket falls

Rushing miracles through the stall

I wish I may I wish I might be anything I want tonight

 

Homeboy, Homeboy smoking slab working for the undertaker

 

What are the choices

Throw ourselves over

Needle to the toe

Toe to the nose

Nose to the mouth

Mouth to the eye

Throw ourselves over

 

Sonorous angel

The Norris Jones, Sirone drone angel

The very deep along zone angel, angel

Ringing / singing / tossing / turning

Like the 4 Tops

Through ourselves over

 

James Baldwin to the rescue to the rescue

Again and again and again and again

 

What do I see, what do I see

I see madness and sadness and superficial gladness

 

I know it must be hard to be named after God

Your life is ending only to begin

 

 

© 1999 William Parker                                                      

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