Josephine Baker

Jane Jazz

Cool as smooth
as sunrise is to sunset.

The space next to her
while she sleeps
is sunrise cool
but when she moans
and when she moves
she is sunset jazz
that blazes red and hot yellow
mixed with blackening
that awakens howls you feel
with instincts beneath primitive.

Give unto caesar what is caesar’s
but dat gal’s gotta get some.
Got MO people stoppin
den da dew drop inn.
But she oughta ask somebody
cause she don’t know
how fine she is.

Smooth to cool
loving you just ought to be.

Say nothing now
I am afraid to lie
between duets.
An ibo cameo
Night just before the stars

Give unto god what is god’s
but lawd let me have her for a while
she’ll come when you call
I cain’t stop her den
I cain’t stop her now
she got to be somebody
got to find something.

Cool to smooth too
check.

Jane jazz is
Palm Sunday preachin’
and Easter clothes
and a spirit on high
that moves you to say
thank you jesus
thank you Jesus
thank you JESUS
head down
hand waving
amen.

Jane Jazz is
smokey at three
when ladies are two pair.
she moves you to say
thank you JESUS
head down
hand waving
fist full of money
a razor
a pint of southern comfort
amen.

Cool as a razor slide
that cuts to the bone
leaving a smooth scar.

Mom say stay way from dat
your boys say hit dat
Dad say marry dat
Everyone say don’t mess wid dat.

Jane Jazz is temptation
between heaven and earth
lost and won souls
saying thank you JESUS
cause Jane Jazz is
Cool and smooth
amen.

Jane Jazz walks with her soul akimbo
her hair in a flair
that only she understands.

You know you want it
cause I want it.

Her melody is madness
cooler than a high note
smoother than a low note
because cool is smooth.

Anthony

Eros be my armor
as theirs is Mars
Explain in 1000 years
what I cannot tonight.

My sword is bronze for her
So too, 10000 men
when Phoebus flies
we all die
in someone else’s arms.

She waits for me
To slaughter myself
With smiles and kisses
I put the point
to her navel
One quick thrust
might sever state
one would go from sleep to wake.

But they ask too much
Led by legions
the Nubians and elephants
The circus, not now
Her scent is on my fingertips
My seed attempts to grow.

Brown, bejeweled enchantment
More wondrous than black sand
I have lost my way
and the day for her.

Shall I draw an honorable bath
Leave her to her wiles
She has guile
skin, thighs and eyes
Deeper than the night.

So men die
for my black love
our blood floods the Nile.

Cleopatra

Opposite is your venom
Much straighter is his tongue
His bite was so much sweeter
still now coiled about me
I hold you close

The sheen upon his breastplate
the swagger of his girdle
Sun god lost returning
A man to walk upon the sands
His soles unburned as his face

How do we eat this ragged portion
Served by legions of waiters
Our gods will steal their afterlife
But Anthony frets his sword
Even as he for me comes.