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Callaloo 26.2 (2003) 403


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Chandelier ((World Premier))

Kyle Dargan

Flesh echoes, (camera pan out) a barge of neon women
buoyant in Time Square's river of light. (zoom) Victorian
typeset spells "emcee" across skin shaking to a music
I can't hear. (scene cut, fade) A throne of champagne
bottles and car rims shines like a pupil—rimed with an iris of rumpshakers,
diamonds covering nipples and nubile nexuses. (close up)
I materialize in the throne, brush off metaphysic dust,
stretch my cheeks but no noise escapes. Sucka emcees
should call thee sire—(360° pan) dancers one by one remove their diamonds,
placing them on the tray beside me. There is no music, the throne
is a scale plate, rising by the weight of crystal flanking it.
My tongue is fallow, dick hard. A nil-faced nymph unzips my fly—
a microphone where meat should be. She bends down, puts lips to metal
mesh says no motherfucker, this is our verse. My open mouth an amp, wailing.

(zoom in between teeth)



 

Kyle Dargan, who recently graduated from the University of Virginia, is currently enrolled in Indiana University's MFA program, where he also serves as a poetry editor for the Indiana Review. His work has also appeared in the Denver Quarterly and the Carnegie-Mellon Poetry Review. He is currently working on a manuscript of Hip Hop inspired poems entitled T.H.U.G.: A Truncated History of Urban Griots.

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