A Psychoalphadiscobetabioaquadoloop

By Thomas Sayers Ellis
All those
    Liquid love affairs,
Blind swimmers
    Trusting rumps.
We wiggled,
     Imagining water.
Wet, where was
     The One?
Nevermind Atlantis
    And the promise
Of moving pictures,
    A lit candle
In the window
    Of our conscious minds.
Those who danced,
    Pretending to swim
    Did so out
Of pure allegiance.
    Some wore snorkels
Made with
    The waistbands
Of funky underwear,
    Others wet suits
With clothespins
    Clamped to their noses,
Airtight as
     Black Power handshakes.
     The strings attached
To our thangs were
     Reeled into The Deep
And rhythmic as fins,
     Schools of P signs
Flapped and waved
     Like flags.
One nation
     Under a groove.
No one held their breath
     In the flashlit depth.
No one sank.

Thomas Sayers Ellis, “A Psychoalphadiscobetabioaquadoloop” from The Maverick Room. Copyright © 2005 by Thomas Sayers Ellis. Reprinted by permission of Graywolf Press.

Source: The Maverick Room (Graywolf Press, 2005)

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Subjects Arts & Sciences, Social Commentaries, Popular Culture, Cities & Urban Life

 Thomas Sayers Ellis


Thomas Sayers Ellis is the author of The Maverick Room (Graywolf, 2005) and a chaplet, Song On (WinteRed Press, 2005) and his interview with Bootsy Collins appears in Waxpoetics #18. He lives in Brooklyn, New York and teaches at Sarah Lawrence College and in the Lesley University low-residency Creative Writing Program.

In April 2014, Thomas Sayers Ellis was a featured writer for Harriet.

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