The Ten Blind Lemon Clyde Cycles

The muffled tracks of Blind Lemon Jefferson
pose rendition for Eric Burdon and Taj Mahal
smoking Dylan’s favorite pastel grief scrawl
on a platform of salad tomato venues jabbing
where even Elijah comes to visit Ma Rainey
hope in this temple’s blooming resurrection
where Sterling A. Brown chatted up God
tides falling for heartbroken sands fire-stands
the sky did blow across pastor Horton upwind
Cat Clyde’s birth a matter of manifest pelf
where serpents give up their ghost rhythmically
a reclined Michael Harper eyes the fireplace
and tries to seize the erupting politic of standards
where theatre and nature waves across paces
on the rights-matching transposed gears of heaven