Fonk Wit It

This… THIS…
is the proverbial ‘It’
Another show has begun
And all the voodoo children
sweat hard in the field and on the block
just for this night
The night before you gotta hide them pretty shells and beads
and and play “citizen” in their churches
to keep up community and face
Aw but your pretty faces under Luna and her fabulous fullness is what we really live for
Everybody is another spinning, hot, luminous Sun at a distance
In this ritual, no shade, all spotlight
This be on “the one”
That kickdrum chakra starter
Swing and sway, jump and gyrate pheromone generator
This that first and last vibe deposit
This is the boom-clack, the rest in between and the work to play…
…Hard.
This is wider than the arms who drop from the air long enough to embrace it
So high, you can’t afford NOT to fly this fly
And deep. Deeper than…
…Blue
This fonk- I spelled what I said- shimmys and thumps and wails
This ritual is communal and designed to
get you [unless yer into that kinda…]
…Unbound
Forget about days ending in “y”
and that you owe anyone
anything more than the next sunrise
Just to jam
Just to get that bootay shook
Even if you have to put your own hands
In your back pockets to do it
Now, if you please, step outside
As the gathering grows
And the DJ awaits
your luminous presence