Poetry Jam

It connected me with me, you see

Im sixty..a nifty , thrifty, cool
In the pool, still in and out of school
Poetry readin, poetry writin' 
(Usually it's all about fightin..)
Im in the Golden Cage.

But...I am..

Drowning in Junk Mail and...


Well, I'm lately   gettin'' slower than a snail..rememberin..' 
What? Mmm...   just about nothin'
Who ?What? Where? When?
What's happenin' whats goin on? What's goin on??
I guess Im just goin on and on and on...about,
Oh, yeah....the jam....

I am, I am, yes I am blown away by the jam..
They are all another generation..who deserve our
Utmost veneration..on account of what they say and what they
Do not say about the notions of the nations..the states and race
Relations..

They do all the gyrations that  show the inclinations
And the various ...perspectives on the state of the date and 
Of your possible future or former mate..
Jam has expressions filled with appropriate hate for the
Unwarranted , unchecked go with the flow of the emotions
Which act on us like witches potions....
Victims of rubber stamped  guilt..and so you'd better
Watch the colors and patterns and sayings you choose for that Hands Across America
Quilt.....Watch out whose hands you hold.. 
Unless you want another totally different story to unfold..
One which fits you right into the mold.......you know, the one that always
Gets sold ....the one that leaves you OUT IN THE COLD.......

Enter, Jam...........I am , I am......Yes I do like it, Jam Bim Bam..
I like Beau and Black..Staceyann and Steve...
I like..Mayda, Georgia, Suheir and Lemon, Poetri and Tendaj

Ten who maybe cant fix it all...but they yell and scream, and plead, 
They speak of and to the all who need..
They  say what we all know and feel..and shout to us that which is 
Real...They  Preach. They teach ...

And we do listen....and  learn..and burn...
And, wow, do we all  laugh out loud...
It's great to be part of the crowd!!

Margo Moss, November 24, 2002