by Jason Diamond)
To celebrate National Poetry Month, Flavorwire will be posting a poem a day. Latasha Diggs provides today’s poem, and it comes to us from her collection TwERK. One of our favorites of 2013, we’re pleased to bring you this poem compliments of Diggs and Belladonna*.
“Benihana” by Latasha Diggs
she wishes Rocky usada cookbooks rūma moe : bedroom cuisine
niho : nitro libido samurai diced & sliced
sweet & sour calypso in a hotei tiki mug baby girl knows he burned the rice
she wishes Rocky a rave kei : at Che Fong’s bungalow
uru : enter the binghi harps played by Duke Lukela
she wishes Rocky tossed oriental shrimp y huevos in a hot tub
korā : over there Kono Kalakaua is manning the grill
his backgammon trophy awaits him in heaven
an afterlife supply of jheri curl kits
saketini on the house a rave in his name
in virtuous timbre she mantras, “come now, no more faking blackouts.”
Japanese custom Rocky’s poly
konā: there, ka tākaro ngā tamariki ki waho with Ginsu knives
the children will play outside
Chin Ho Kelley is attending to them
she wishes Rocky muziek di zumbi, a day with Sizzla in a hot air balloon
a hummer converted ice-cream truck
te tae : the color of kikorangi : blue
a collage of sugar cones & strawberry road on DVD
his wrestling pecks in high-res he did not patent the fortune cookie, but…
pequino manu, no strife from Bobos down Lenox Ave.
pūrnimā : night of full moon, night of vaudevillian lineage
someone did not read the omikuji
she wishes Rocky an odò kāshmīrī dam gōsht
pepper steak hea : where?
mua: in front of heroes & foes
konei: hereshe wishes Rocky moe: sleep
passage in not an abebuu adekai fashioned like his teppanyaki
but his speedboat severing Bullwinkle’s spleen
somewhere in Iceland she wishes Rocky jouk & Wonderbras abundant
two centerfolds for the price of one a rave in his name
a place where he eats his celestial tsujiura senbei
uru : enter again the binghi harps played by Duke Lukela
he’s finally escaped the Blacks and the Jews
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