Ode to George Elliott Clarke’s Mouth When he took the stage in the atelierit was an assaultthe air heaved toward himrendering me breathlessmy spin reconfigured in attention a vertebrae salutethe space became a sanctuarya long mantis finger pushed up his glassesand.then.he.quaked Head leaned backforehead glistening with sweatcheeks puffed proud like mountainslips, oh lips! peeling back in revelationspit,… Continue reading Poem 32 – Ode to George Elliott Clarke’s Mouth