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the lit match

karrie jackson

mind provoking squares
of a coffee shop floor
remind me of you
the feast of my ethiopian heart
a menu of mystery
sifted by the clock
reverberated hoots
from 5 tic toc
high pitch accept ion
slapping the face
of self deception
queen
of the crease
in your lower lip sea
of my lustís destiny
to greet
this ďnegraĒ epiphany
that will never cease to be
I know little
of your soul
yet my stomach still twists
into dragonfly journeys
of your telephone addressee
under the pick-up order sign
when my eyes smelt
your mask of sweetness
but somehow know your naughty
with a traffic sign pose
as your grill grows
into midnightís smile
more wicked
than a caffeine high
of lock box torture
and a blues spitting band
I want to speak
measured by days
as seconds wisp away
into shut lids
of carnal vibes
when I meet
your mask again. . .






ITíS ALL ABOUT THE RAIN
karrie jackson

ITíS ALL ABOUT THE RAIN
BABY
ALL ABOUT THE RAIN
CANíT YOU SEE
MANGO JUICE OF THE SOUL
IS THE KISS
OF SUNSHINE'S EYES
IN THE RAIN
IREE RASTA
HAWAIIAN INCENSE
DRIED PEDALS
OF MOHAGHANY MUSIC
PLAYED TO A BONGOíS BEAT
NAW, NAW. . .THATíS MY HEART
YOU DONE SNATCHED IT UP
AND MADE ME SMILE
AND JIVE TO THAT RHYTHM
IN YOUR WALK
YEAH I SAID
YOUíRE LOOKINí FRESH
THATíS RIGHT
WALK ON
WITH THAT CARIBBEAN CANE
SMELLINí SO SWEET
IíM TELLINí YOU
ITíS ALL ABOUT THE RAIN
BABY
ALL ABOUT THE RAIN
IT JUST SEEMS
TO POUR THE OCEAN
WHEN IíM AROUND YOU
BUT THE MANGO SUN SHINES
WHEN IíM WITH YOU
YEAH LETíS JUST KICK IT
ON A COUCH
OUTSIDE IN THE RAIN
AND LET IT POUR
INTO OUR BOTTLES
THAT SING TO THAT RAIN
YES BROTHA SAH
IíM TALKINí ĎBOUT SOME NASTINESS
WITH A REGGAE TUNE
DANCINí ALL NIGHT LONG
IN THE BLUE
YEAH ITíS ALL ABOUT THE RAIN
BABY
ITíS ALL ABOUT THE RAIN





as sheets of water killed the window
karrie jackson


I sculpted your face
on canvas today
as sheets of water
killed the window
your eyelashes
laying together
in a moment of spatial sunshine
eight oh seven reads the clock
as the red disk spins
jazz continues rolling
into the incense muffled air
and a spotlight on these blue lines
tell stories
of whispered goodbyes
at one forty-five
dancing in darkness
darkness dancing
today i replay
and replay
your sexy voice
like a bass guitar
"alright late-ah...."
softening the answering machine
stealing me back
to moments
between saturday night
and sunday morning
just like the house of charm's
singing fountain
in the dark
these clouds who cry
make time melt
like the city's streets
melt into the dimness
of 212 on a thursday
after the artists scatter
away from the darkness dancing
just like the did today
leaving
only silence from the back room
the only music
that plays in my hand
sculpting sweetness
in the early night
dancing in darkness
as sheets of water
killed the window
and the canvas
became
you




ode to airkarrie jackson

an engulfing spirit
running
through the wheat
framing my face

cool
causing pressure
like heartburn
in an urban chill

smoke
heating the desire
of those eyes
across the jazz covered
light

mist
rebelling
against the angry waves
emerging
yelling hallelujah

fog
leaking into alleys
of broken homes
stifling the city buzz

a whistling ghost
with no roots
knocking
at my window

crisp with freedom
guiding the sun
to the dancing
of my soul




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