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Notes on an Urban Kill-Floor is the third collection of poems written by poet and performance artist Jaamil Olawale Kosoko.
Notes on an Urban Kill-Floor is the third collection of poems written by poet and performance artist Jaamil Olawale Kosoko.
40 backers pledged $1,035 to help bring this project to life.

Here's A Poem/ kickstarter Part 2

Hello Friends-

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.

much love

jaamil 

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.  

Entry

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.

Comments

    1. Creator Steven Bulack on April 1, 2011

      Just increased my pledge - can't wait to read (aloud to myself) the rest of this collection, but I will (wait, in the most sweetbitter - like a deep, dark red wine - of anticipation). I also can't wait (but I will) to hear you read selections of this, your own body of poetry, to me. ..."wounds you'll never let me heal" - SO to-the-core.

    2. Creator brian osborne on March 28, 2011

      goregous. lives across our eyes. damn. love you man