Saturday, May 17, 2008

Kai Lumumba Barrow

(for Kai)
if fun house mirrors
and loose sunk chains
could speak out loud
and scratch toward move

if curled archives
stacked under urgency
colored in spilled desire
were on display

if brown maps
stretched directions
of more than now
of sticky lifting
left calling cards

if revolution
had a whole car tag
a muralled rush

i could hear that
i could see it
i could recognize all of it
trained in the practice
of knowing you


Critical Resistance
is one of the many places that Kai makes revolution.

This is part of a series of poems and collages called The Listening Project.

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