Tuesday, March 28, 2006

A Promise of Yellow Roses.

Fuck the Christians and the Muslims and the Jews.
Fuck the racist of any color.
Fuck the Democrats and the Republicans.
Fuck the Capulets and the Montagues.

Last night I dreamt we pushed
the earth in unison
and made the galaxy spin backwards,
while God danced to a tune by Marvin Gaye
and handed yellow roses.

But that was not what we did today
nor what we did
the day before.

11 comments:

Lyle Daggett said...

Just amazing, Keros. Reminds me of some of the poems by the great guerrillero poets of the 20th century, Roque Dalton, Leonel Rugama, and the others. Great poem.

J.B. Rowell said...

stunning

didi said...

Diego -- esta poesia esta en algo.

Si.

didi

Lee Herrick said...

Hey...a Roque Dlaton reference! Lyle, I was in El Salvador last year, where he is an icon.

Keros, I really like this. The image of God dancing to a Marvin Gaye song is great. The first three words startle me--not sure if it's in a good or bad way---but I like the closing stanza a lot and the shift between stanzas one and two. I'm commenting here after reading Pris' call for more comments. Often I read and enjoy the poems and am just too lazy to respond. Mea culpa.

harry k stammer said...
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harry k stammer said...

reminds me of a TOOL tune... Ænema

very nice, harry

Michael Parker said...

Keros, the first stanza hit me in the chest and took my breath. I love your reference to the Montagues and the Capulets, as if they might possibly represent the first hate between tribes and peoples.

And ditto with Lee's remark: God dancing to Marvin Gaye is an incredible image.

burning moon said...

I went to see the movie Crash on Monday night. Your poem reminds me very much of it.

RC said...

Fuck you Keros and fuck everybody else!(just kidding).Great poem.

keros said...

Wow- thank you all for all the wonderful responses.

What's Going On
Marvin Gaye

Mother, mother, there's too many of you crying
Brother, brother, brother, there's far too many of you dying
You know we'ver got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today, hey

Father, father, we don't need to escalate
War is not the answer, for only love can conquer hate
You know we've got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today

CHORUS #1:
Picket lines and picket signs
Don't punish me with brutality
Talk to me, so you can see
Oh what's going on, what's going on
Yeah, what's going on, ah, what's going on
Ahhh....

Pris said...

I just plain love it!