Archive | January, 2014

Air a Poem

6 Jan

By Anasa Scott

Shrouding the arm chair

draped in mud cloth,

drifting between the Malian etchings

studying, articulating

while sculpting vibrations born from the old widowers hum,

the singing of disillusioned lovers,

the screeching of hungry babies

trapped in the walls .

A volley toss , a Ping pong match , a circus

juggle, with mamas hair as she claws towards her litter ,

a mess of stickiness in tow.

Riding the waves its warmth caresses baring sweet but not always pleaseant urban aromas

Carrying, Depositing sometimes cheap and always costly leftovers from someone else’s junk