Project Description
prospect nocturne
six fruit flies twist
mango above the kitchen tiles
pale with illuminated dust
at seven thirty, a low breeze licks the blind magenta
blushing off the city light on st. mark’s
she stands alone
through a window silent night plays
vespers in july
the moon carries water over a brownstone skyline like a high nimbus fumbling
dry lips against a reed puckering for the right note
conveying the curb’s yellow hip between grit and concrete
a daisy that has no voice on the sidewalk’s freestyle legend composed
of its own disenchanted roots
a storefront congregation steps out with some gospel
in clean pressed suits, black boys sing shiny shoes and rhythmic psalms
little girls with humming tongues & grandma’s hands and haute blue dresses focus
to a habitual baptism and learn how to braid each other’s souls
then there’s the corner store, fifty cents for two lollipops and easter’s here again
too sweet, too sweet . . . that corner store’s still open
she wet them lips, the rain fell down
painting her back on the door at 34 with red. he walked up on her and felt like christmas
there’s the air conditioner sound
a waterfall over brick and khaki flat boards
dirty glue propaganda paper
twitching and flapping through orange windows
she threads between the streets
yellow eels move in twos across the tarmac
suffocating dripping breathing
sinuously through the lush night
head lights bebop at 26 mph, painting yellow on my blind
i’m trying to find happiness
all I dream is silver war
rothko steals the horizon at 5:31 am
Christian Ericson
christian ericson is an award-winning artist and poet. he put the b- in bro, beats and bread, and can be found channeling the spirit of Rahsaan Roland Kirk over at brightmoments.org.
This is visually stunnimg and feels wam, nostalic. Good- like, the sunset of summer at home. Gorgeous.
And man you know i love that painting