Marlon Carey
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Marlon Carey/Inphynit is an artist. Part poet, part musician, Marlon is an oasis in a veritable desert of monotony. He has been both the '03 Boston Cantab & the '04 Boston Lizard Lounge teams. He has been named "Best Hip Hop Poet/Male" 2002 & 2003 by the Cambridge Poetry Awards. He has two chapbooks: Giraffe Theory ('00) & Prolegomenon ('03). Ask him about his Hip Hop/Poetry CDs
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Ice
A stainless steel dancer
glides across the icy landscape
slowly she permeates the surface
satin cloth tickles the wrist
closing red curtains
Remembering
I write so easily
when under the influence of your smile
lose track of time
while tracing it along the map of your skin
your voice is the pillow
on which my head sits
while dreams sift
through the sieve of my mind
let me find the words in my vocabulary
that woud tally up all my oohs and aahs
and rally up the adjectives
to quantify your presence
let me bend neon circles
into glowing red hot hearts
that will sit in the windows of my soul
informing you of the vacancy within
I will wait on the doorsteps of Forever
like a welcome mat until you return
In the meantime
I turn pages like revolving doors
to score glances
at chances
not taken
Wound (excerpt)
My tongue tied itself into knots
while trying to tell you the truth tonight
I tried to twist myself free from the confines of language
tried to teach myself to balance on the tightope
strung between us.
our conversation comes with tin-can resonance
and I am on hold
wishing my thoughts could travel the distance
it takes to touch you
and surf the canal of your inner ear
to reach your brain
to tell you that
I woke up yesterday
with you on my breath
You are the reason my arms know
that straight lines
can easily become warm circles
lately I have been trying to use
the compass of your legs
to plot a course to forever
but you just don't bend that way
so I get tangled up into you
trying to backtrack and regroup
rethink my equations
to find the formulas that render us fractional
but love is not a numbers game
and I find there are no words
to accurately or adequately explain
this explicit abomnination
this sweet and subtle sin
I cannot hardly begin
but i will make this poem write you....
