Landscape with block party DJ.
(In which the author samples a De La Soul Lyric.)
The crates, with the table, are lifted on tenuous arms.
Cadences and their memory transfigure
the concrete; dips, sways, arrested
by the thread of the needle. Shoulders
in the vinyl’s bell’s gradiated arc
lean, waver, their delta’s and darkened
corners spun in the basin of a table
and the sound. Stilled, for a beat-drawn
revolve of the wax in the crates." Five
days to work, one whole day to play
come on everybody, get your roller skates today"
In the crates, the DJ is a comforter.
Submitted & Written by : Robert Lashley
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