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Ferguson, Missouri


07.11.15 Posted in today's words by

Erren Geraud Kelly’s most recent poem to appear here was Blue in Green (June 2015).

Ferguson, Missouri
By Erren Geraud Kelly

A riot is the voice of the unheard.
–Rev Dr Martin Luther King

mingus’ upright bass
rumbling anarchy like a
volcano

miles’ trumpet launching rockets
at the status
quo

billie’s voice like fire,
burning the rope, freeing
strange fruit from the
poplar trees

ella scatting like a
chainsaw against
cutting
conformity

john coltrane saying “no”
to lethargy, releasing
god
from a saxophone’s
wail

jaco pastorius
slapping hate with
machine-gun electric
bass
making cops say “please, please, please.”
like james

herbie hancock making
harmony from black
and white keys
strong as molotov
cocktails

art blakey’s drums
shattering harder than
a
cop’s night stick

keith jarrett telling
looters
to steal happiness
through sounds

joe williams
singing a balm of
peace

 



3 Responses to “Ferguson, Missouri”

  1. Puts me in a place where I am in the past and the future all at the same time.

  2. Jeanette Gallagher says:

    What a wonderful poem! So great I read it several times. Absolutely magnificent!!!

  3. Mark Rosenblum says:

    Beautiful use of Jazz immortals within a well versed poem. “Singing a balm of peace” indeed. Well done.

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