Tuesday, May 14, 2019

The Slaves are Crazy

Decadent  with intention   and horsemen    sanity will be an omen when it comes
The broken fever      that lasts forever          will be an oath of participation    
And   the rebellious  heart would rather    be crazy than accomplice   
The slaves  are crazy     they   halve their   fists into these   knives turn the nave   
And the whole congregation  into tomorrow’s food    say massacre is sacred and  earlier you said this
    I mean  had the  tables turned       flipped over
I mean  if the    great paintings   of the holy   feasts we me  were Maafa you would  
witness      the clear luck   we crave beginning  in your erasure from   memory
And so    she went   on determined  to forget the    danger, onward, knives     for fingers
To  chop  the range   of crop like   a lobbyist I’ll   trade you this hallucinating    plant for first dibs
On   sabotage        

                    The sabot is a peasant  shoe (hear the show in the robot, the sad oath of signifiers)   and I’ll trade you for two show shoes in which I do  this switching and running through this forest it gets vivid  

 The sabot   is also a device that ensures the correct positioning of a bullet in the barrel of a gun    So to  come in   my shooting    shoes I will be   traded or killed by  you or running these    choices thrill me, throw me for       a loop? As in lasso I’m so   tied and up in these choices I look   like a pretty number 8 don’t I look   infinite innit?

The   sabot  is also  a box from     which casino  cards are dealt

The  common thread   between these objects   arrives at the walking     loudly that makes the intended meaning     of sabotage and the slaves are crazy      we thank your fake god and walk as loud   as possible in our crowded wooden clogs in    gunning gambling feet you leave Maafa no choice       but sabotage which is suddenly a feasting festive word       for black progress for a deck of blank cards some      shoes and some blushing bullets

Friday, May 10, 2019

Slave Demo Tape

Magnificent   clamor magnificent   sin nubian hinter      his and hers invincibility   shackle on our hill I’ll ball             I roll in the grass action movie star   style I’ll hold the child like I rein   the horses I’ll blame the source of my  power for my pain I’ll be correct I’ll be correctional    I’ll be so courageous my heart will go on my       daybreak won’t wander in the dirt I won’t see daddy’s skull       or Nipsey’s in that soil I’ll get us a building how they   love their definitive structures their limits or boundaries so many words  for rethinking no where I’ll let the building laugh us off it’s math of cliffs          call this demolition call this upswinging falcon singing and yes I have this demo    tape unraveling this naked magnetic thing yes there’s a record we left in the   kef and dirt as rut as slaughter leather that was us

Tuesday, May 7, 2019

Monday, May 6, 2019

Saturday, May 4, 2019

Friday, May 3, 2019