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I wasn't born, I was squeezed from a bar rag... I'm a ragamuffin.... with homesick-eyes. I'm 22 and I've come from the crossroads. I got a heart as big as the moon. Beauty is where I hang my hat. I drink TNT and smoke dynomite. I've never owned a computer. Although, I have owned a baby blue switch blade (named) Julius. I live right across from this liquor store. I saw an old friend at that liquor store the other day, he has a wooden leg, and a real foot. He told me "Friend, today I lost a button hole" I asked "Well where in the hell are you gonna find a button hole?" he said "why haven't you called me?" I replied "I can't call everyone I want, my new phone doesn't have any fives on it" he asked " how long have you had it?" then I replied " I don't know my calander doesn't have any sevens."
I do not own a computer, but will get back to you as soon as I can with any messages sent to this page. For any booking information (or general information) message this page or call (815)210-7054, it's my personal number. instant message- poormontyclift .Thanks Valentine.
"Valentine Xavier" is not a stage name. It is a nickname given to me by my friends grandfather. He was a saxophone player and worked for chess studio many years ago (was great friends with Sunnyland Slim). The name comes from a Tennessee Williams play "Orpheus Descending" and was given to me cause he never saw me without a Tennessee Williams book. I use the name out of respect and because I dont like my own.
Chicago is a woman
with cold love
And I rest my elbows
upon her tables
Watching strange birds
gather along
her heartstrings
Watching her destitute
seek refuge
in the caves
of her
black lids batting
Watching her scenery
devour
her tourists
When she speaks
into my ears
I can taste her
ebonic tongue
every evening
her face/
every street
her mangled
breath
her dead bootleggers,
her dead gangsters,
her dead blues
She conducts a symphony
when she moves
her sweet
little boot soles
Past her dilapidated
playgrounds,
rusty swingsets,
tetanus.
With a
poltergiest
down
in
my
pockets
stumbling
through all
her freckled
places
on the sad
platforms
of night
i lay my head
upon her stories
My art is nothing
more than her
-Valentine Xavier from"Second City Gumbo"
