1.I Wrote a Good Omelet
I wrote a good omelet ... and ate a hot poem . . .
after loving you
Buttoned my car . . .and drove my coat home . . . in the
rain . . .
after loving you
I goed on red . . . and stopped on green . . . floating
somewhere in between . . .
being here and being there . . .
after loving you
I rolled my bed .. . turned down my hair . . . slightly
confused but . . . I don't care . . .
Laid out my teeth . . . and gargled my gown . . . then I stood
. . . and laid me down . . .
to sleep . . .
after loving you
2.
How Do You Write a Poem?
how do you write a poem
about someone so close
to you that when you say ahhhh
they say chuuu
what can they ask you to put
on paper that isn't already written
on your face
and does the paper make it
any more real
that without them
life would be not
impossible but certainly
more difficult
and why should someone need
a poem to say when i come
home if you're not there
i search the air
for your scent
would i search any less
if i told the world
i don't care at all
and love is so complete
that touch or not we blend
to each other the things
that matter aren't all about
baaaanging (i can be baaaanged all
day long) but finding a spot
where i can be free
of all the physical
and emotional bullshit
and simply sit with a cup
of coffee and say to you
"i'm tired" don't you know
those are my love words
and say to you "how was your
day" doesn't that show
i care or say to you "we lost
a friend" and not want to share
that loss with strangers
don't you already know
what i feel and if
you don't maybe
i should check my feelings
3.The Drum
daddy says the world is
a drum tight and hard
and i told him
i'm gonna beat
out my own rhythm
4.Cotton Candy on a Rainy Day
Don't look now
I'm fading away
Into the gray of my mornings
Or the blues of every night
Is it that my nails
keep breaking
Or maybe the corn
on my secind little piggy
Things keep popping out
on my face
or
of my life
It seems no matter how
I try I become more difficult
to hold
I am not an easy woman
to want
They have asked
the psychiatrists . . . psychologists . . . politicians and social workers
What this decade will be
known for
There is no doubt . . . it is
loneliness
沒有大寫,連i也小寫,免不了想到E.E. Cummings,有些詩原本的編排也是置中不對齊的(有些卻又不是),不過我對Cummings不熟,其實對NIkki Giovanni也不熟,她是受過高等教育的黑人女性,最先寫的兩本書其實叫作"Black Feeling, Black Talk (1968)和Black Judgement(1969),寫詩卻常針對自身的女性特質下手,用字淺顯精確,表達女性在當今社會中心情的紛擾,喜悅同悲傷,讀起來大概可以用"親切動人"四個字形容,我借用了下雨天的棉花糖這個意象,不過我更喜歡她這首詩的味道,大概自述寂寞總是討人喜歡。
可以到
http://members.tripod.com/~Raincloud771/htm/nikki.htm
讀她更多的詩。
我讀了好幾次她在詩裡頭把自己講成大胖子,她的很多詩也都跟食物有關,不過本尊其實是個瘦瘦可愛的小個子呢!
