Sound and Perfume

Penelope sits on my back porch
blowing Djarum rings around
paper white plum blossums
Headphones tiara & cup her southern ear
DJ like mixing artifact with nature
Rakim Rapt: In the Evening Air
Prince crickets sing Soon I'll be Lovin' You
in her right

Breasts like golden apples
exposed three frogs down
to cool flesh & give breezes reason
to flute love notes of dew
sweat skin salty
sweet as honey coated cashew
finger snapped
pole beans
Mason jars of red cool-aid
monkey bread mud bugs and
'nana puddin'

she shifts
her shift
and shifts
her throw pillow tuffet
shifted from gramma's green sofa
where I lay my head and
watch her wooden radio glow

Followed by two sundogs
peeking through pear and
plum blossums and
around blackened branches
Erasing yellow flowers with
light beneath her hiked up
billowing skirt
approval spark lens flares on
lightening rods and
cruifix she leans back in gratitude
Solstice Sol slides Slowly

behind Transfiguration
(Mound Road) Momma's alley smells and
sounds like St. Joe's complete
lush sultry Bayou rain funk
of women hanging special
silk stockings silently to dry
before being rolled and
laid in fridgaire ice boxes

Calling men folk home
from banks of
basketball court sessions
shores of
broken glass beached
boulevards and
bends of
street corner confessionals
tides of
one eye jack
coves of
screaming siren songs
drunken lazy black rivers of
dirty flesh streaming through
Chandler Park
ears plugged by hums of
Mount Elliot
Calgory
Lynch Road
factory
plantation
lulling
like cicada
She aims true as golden arrows
past twelve strait streets'
left turn lights
Hamtramck six string battle axes &
Persephone's big ass
whispering shit in my boy Cerbeus' ear
"Take me and my babies to the temple of
Golden Arches"

Strikes her targets
Gotta go dawg,
food and booty waitin'
at the rest
when I get there
she exhales clove and
words like Shaolin bamboo flute haiku

"You Dad hit on me
again, Man. Dancehall tonite!You
eat, I'll get dressed"

Little Boy Blue?
Don't sing that song while you cook!