EVEN MY PRAYERS TO YOU, LORD,
ARE SUBVERSIVe. Yo soy lo más
subversivo de los pecadores. I am,
aún en mis oraciones--rezando
por el poema--praying more
for the poem than a dialogue
with you. Dichoso el hombre
que no sigue los poetas.
I am blessed by the songs,
black church gospel
interrupting my bullshit,
mi paja, porque tu sabes
que yo anda en mi derrota y rumbo--
and in the Black Church
you have given me surround
sound, Ray Charles
and honey in the rock.
Margin-walking I always ask,
How do you say bullshit
in your village?
Has llenado mi copa a rebosar.
Sandeces, locura. Paja.
I shall not be moved.
We sing without knowing.
My notebook is a singing gospel
shouting, cantando,
plantado a la orilla de un rio.
In the poems of Michael Harper
I am reborn in a blue mask.
Even so, Lord, you listen
a mis delirios quijotescos.
You understand me
en mi prosperidad--
my riches and prosperity.
Jim Bodeen
17 September 2020
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