Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Sunday, March 19, 2017

Thursday, March 16, 2017

Goldilocks Zone


Astronomers are searching for rocky planets like ours   in the goldilocks zones of other stars   

In the desperation to become  more  like  our  brainwashed selves           I counted five thousand black women with blond hair  and pituatary tumors from  the dye and toner   no recollection        has it  been worth it    this muppet aesthetic?             

Our bodies form based on the spectrum of sunlight they  are  under    every planet creates  beings  like every continent    get closer to the equator and  the mouths  lush as fountains  eyes bending light isles of natural magic in a row of machine addicts    I choose you  and all your miserable comfort   goes     dissolute

When their tans  fade      they could almost  pass     between the two  tropics and get back to their violent wishes        the   house in that fable     is a  black  body      the  moral  is don’t  be a whore     

Ethnic cleansing comes on subtle   all of a sudden   black girls   are all platinum  plato  humming dope in the bushes   he means   a flashing   question  : what brings you here ?    and next thing you know   the chain gang hobbles  along  whistling  dixie  or your body’s so flimsy we could lease it  with no credit  check   

You have pledged such reckless allegiance to this land  can you shake it down  

Monday, March 13, 2017

Welcome to the Slaughter, Children



Whispered: it could not  be dreamed          gutted castles   and heme  group fairytales and the occasional rebel    laugh     factor  the   wind      s   dashing  babble       soft brushes  on metal  cymbals   and the way a liar   folds   into   himself   over  time      trapped in a stranger’s    bible        becomes   a nest of hints   


                      You  see the kephra beatle  always  pushing  up the sun  then beating his chest shouting:    tell me I won   tell me   one    difference  between   hope   and memory         won the movie    !   I won the movie      Turns out it was bootlegged   and not   in HD  and the bright  parts  looked  like interrogations      and the   black men hanging from saturn’s  rings    were  not actually acrobats  or actually   fugitives    they were  just  mapless   trees    perfect maples   spun  into  language in need of me to use them      one   screams :  
                 
                                       This is the next best  thing to being a black woman  another sobbs on command   


Fatten him for winter   catch the human  furniture         too  many  commands     in literature    too few  questions  that  are their   own   answer         Never  anticipate  the voice  on the other  end     what is your  miserable  comfort?   


                                                                                              Step   right   up       step   right      up        
That auction chemistry is critical  and    delicate     

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

For real niggas who ain't got no feelings

Helicopter pilots  look  at the sun and the   propellers give them  seizures   


Yes Child,  Sing it   


And the violence of the beat began to calm  the violence in my heart    


Draw me nearer , eyedropper full of clear skies


The stage lights  swung  like   circus   lights    


Get it, gurl          


It's  sad to   see a window   shatter   


Sure  is    ,   matter   of    fact      


ten   just     this          tensile    weekend   of   sundowns        send  someone / anyone   


Did you  let  the sun    catch   you    crying     ?     Send  N  u  d   e   s    


             seen       shy/inklings   


Three times       only    three times    


  the  machine survives   our light   addiction but your stillness falls  from the clouds  to catch it


that was an astonishing surrender


what an astonishing surrender   

such an astonishing          surrender   

Sunday, March 5, 2017