HARD NEWS FOR HIP HARRY (for Nefertiti, new word journalist) it was like cowboys & Indians and he was the whole 10th cavalry diving down into her ravine raising dust in a surprise swoop attack that left her laying there bent back her thighs all aquiver with convulsive love spasms and when the big guns went off, his coming was like a gattling tearing her little target apart each time they got down it was always the same, a rerun in 3-D the kid riding rough and ready into town turning it out at high noon taking swift car of business ah, they should of ought to have made a movie out of his moves til the day she wouldn’t roll with his punches, didn’t feel like faking it anymore, refused to be the stunt man taking dives and doing what she didn’t do she knew there was no easy way to release it to romeo without putting his love lights out, so she simply said “Harry, this is no way to make love” like a silent star in the age of talkies unable to learn new lines, like a sky diver whose parachute was shot, falling over committed to a point of no return, Harry didn’t know what to do so he called her “frigid” but it was finis for his toy balloons the film had rolled to the end of the reel, Harry’s hard humping had become a fantasy that no one would any longer pay to see yet Harry sat nonetheless incredulously contemplating a blank screen, unable to figure out why the show wasn’t going on (he had always thought sex was like what he saw in the pictures) “Harry, talk to me” —kalamu ya salaam ___________________________ THE WORD BAND Kalamu ya Salaam - poet Ginger Tanner - lead vocals Anua Nantambu - backing vocals Kenyatta Simon - percussion