Brand New Retro
Like lashes on a dark back, you were supposed to feel actual.
Cool, I did.
In 1919 there were 25 race riots across the country in seven months
But I refuse to accept despair as the final outcome of the ambiguities of these...
Hieroglyphics, which when you bent over their microscope pedestal, fell into the crypt
This town's foremost emblem of prosperity, its mill, has been turned into a dance hall
Pretty field of sharp husks and deacons reminds me of the early bribe, something dangling in sigh toned opal looks like my uncle, close enough
Though there is no such thing as resemblance any longer, just that the man hung like a flag or sheath or gone
Periscope maybe, voice is to color as
suspicion quickly escalates to conviction
cause we're covered in town and Nobody's business. Maybe, too clever, maybe
we failed at freedom on purpose cause discipline is the true decadence. With its prolific monogamy, ecstatic sacrifice for
at all the shepherds, they are never lonely, and the herd formations, so keen and strict, they are never lonely gazing at the swarm of their own black -maybe they are never lonely nor known
for the commitment to one thing, gathering, is so brave and radical a luxury... Even this far forward, I confused being a servant with being sure
I am not jealous.
Come with a woman
at your back,
come with a hundred,
come with a thousand women between your chest and your feet,
Bring them all
to where I wait for you:
it shall always be you and me
alone upon that earth,