Jupiter by T'Kalla

BOMB 59 Spring 1997
Issue 59 059  Spring 1997

this is jupiter
the black planet with properties of the sun

I got cousins who live here
 but we all act more like
brothers and sisters

& on friday nights
we run throught the bklyn moon
breathing the nextness

with our solar plexuses
filled with that social psykadelica
breaking down
 fake poets
           and their plastic moves …

sons and daughters of the black planet
don’t do drugs
                      we are drugs

and heads be getting high off
 the vocal boom cuz this is how
we get down when our skills
run barefoot through the bklyn moon

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BOMB 59, Spring 1997

Featuring interviews with Tim Roth, Amy Hempel, Emmylou Harris, Matthew Ritchie, Wallace Shawn, Christian Wolff, Gilles Peress, Kendall Thomas, and George Walker.

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Issue 59 059  Spring 1997