The producer warns the public that
This document with no concession or dissimulation
Contains scenes of violence and cruelty
And wishes the spectator to participate completely
In a ritual that is a particular solution
To the problem of readjusment
and shows
Indirectly the representation
that some Africans have of your western civilization
Cloud fat smeared into my most practiced smile
Cadillac alarm has been going off all night
A soft blast into mostbearable lightness
I hope they stole the radio into naked wires
That they were the black men you'll convict either
way, and that they escape you. Like the ones who held a gun to my mother's frenzy that time in '88
when she reminded them how to ask for directions. Lock your doors
The erection terror gives a play criminal who suddenly isn't playing, anymore,
is audible as the sound of cardoors locking in an automatic--look away, look a way that I recognize
That all my unfathoms fasten to, legs around a hand drum
The one destructive power known, is forgetting
And if you dance/sing in a time of panic or recovery, the language you don't have to tell it speaks through the muscles
and they will know you, remember
them, well as yourself
water as yourself again
could pick them out in a line-up about it a thousand years from or until now or
This is what we hear by omni-directional memory,
your every prediction becoming meek and redundant
Happiness, hunting, panther, thunder
Fat clouds slap the mind like angels spines beyond good and glad
Evaluate yourself
Are you worth it
Their tenderness towards existence
The heart's ridiculous awe never off a fist or fix
of Orpheus and his news radio pretty clothes fast road elaborate hypnosis to break a habit
you say slow words, synecdoche, cold-piece-of-work--
It feels like moving to the country you're already (nowhere) in
