Notes on an Urban Kill-Floor is the third collection of poems written by poet and performance artist Jaamil Olawale Kosoko. Read more
This project was successfully funded on July 25, 2010.
Here's A Poem/ kickstarter Part 2
I wanted to let you all know that I started a second kickstarter campaign for this project because it's more expensive than I thought to launch a collection of poems. The book is being formatted as I write this and will be sent to the publisher any day now. I should have them by mid-May, so expect your copy by June. If any of you can contribute $5 to the cause, here's the link. http://kck.st/f92HBd I would deeply appreciate it.
The new project has 42 backers. Is 73% near completion, and has only 8 more days before it expires. Please show your support today.
Here's a poem from the collection... Let me know what you think. The line breaks are off because of weird formatting on this interface, but you can still read it.
Late May and Spring Peepers are making love. Last night we heard them as we stepped over fallen twigs, tree roots, and kicked dandelions. The wind felt like December although we both knew the season pulled us closer to June.
At the lake we lie in search of the moon—you in your usual silence and me left wondering your contemplations: wounds you’ll never let me heal. But I know you were not made to feel this anesthesia. The stars, I say,
are where raindrops turn themselves into light, where time shoots memories into flight. But our minds know all too well of lost memories, of unkept reveries like hotel signs that read vacancy. Know entirely too well about the unmakings
of dreams, the places between what is and what is not. Or maybe I want to say that we don’t know enough, that there can be a way to remain for us, to stay, like this, with our faces facing skyward and the rest of our lives blazing across our eyes.