baby love
oh I love how you speak
without a word
little fuzzy headed
owl-eyed newborn
it's like you speak with
your breath
and I as a big mama decipher
all the volumes of which you speak
as you suckle my breast
your little swallowing breathy
sing song tells me of
the sweetest love
beyon any wordy lyric
or beat of any love song
the composition of you
drinking my milk
love's own recipe
sets my toes to tappping
as we rock together in our
own opera of true love
Yes, baby...I turn off
the world's radio to hear the
symphony of your swallows
the orchestra of your
dribbly suckles
which speak and sing
of the deepest most real
love song ever written.
c 1994 shamama

i met shamama....

i met shamama when i was hanging out with the now defunct band radar rose. she said about herself at the time:
Shamama, single mother of 4 under 10 comes from the Blue Ridge Appalachain wilderness to part seas and create abundant anarchy urging welfare moms to pool A_C checks and start self suffucient land trusts.

SF Punk rock escape mutant 77 to 82 and poetry slam (2 regional one national on the Roanoke, Va team) she is determined to rise above poverty with her own Grand of WORDISMS.

posted by brooke at July 27, 2002 03:02:56 PM