1.
The sad swan mounted on a lion blind to her glory suddenly released to it / thinking
You have an obligation to treat the body like part of your personality to let it grieve and celebrate with you Your beauty is a duty like every (other) motherhood to be the belle heaving her hips to the rhythm of every trauma narrative parodied by silence dialed toward new birth shy hybrid turned pure on the high
That's black dance that's
Diasporic Consciousness A way of overcoming
2.
How could the ganja flow from his hair like ideas in flight and every idea you have is an idea of yourself and the movement skries and scurries by bye blackbird until that mexican man with the grocery cart full of empty bottles that toll like holy bells, his swollen bliss, he just looked up from his bounty to meow at me all literal coward These leaps the wide diagonal between one foot and the other in an air steep with my impeccable will power the muse is too bouncy to be the mute also and territory has found a way to rove like perfect barricades to intimacy I begin to re-enact forgetting remove my clothing in the wings / put on a space suit and patrol the stage for true ships
my favorite disarray is truth is, look how it bides its temple looking for visitors and finds another feral kinda I'm black as time thing refusing kind
3.
There are slaves in those ships I found not those ships too I gathered a team of so brave lack men men are the ones that matter most to me ever since the first one disappeared senseless promises and tame ultimatums that one day everyone was implicated I learned prison is outsourced slavery or resourced, they have men in there milking goats to sell at the fanciest stores and I keep those stores in business with my fancy tastes and I keep the prisons in business with all my brave and obedient father figures bent over the utters of some spurned livestock or blockade gotta be free drum haven the shocking work come song and dance all of us kneeled in prayer as if looking there / one by one we tremble and trample one another and turn into water / lust I waited at the door for him to reappear Here he is now panicking at all his power rubbing the eyes of the story looking for stylized recognition my urgent tenderness slows down to brace a clan
4.
Should I spend all night listening to Horace Silver play doors with the cosmos. Shivering on the pillow of this book about plant alchemy / script for the domestic nook in me / I call that man a preacher / he crawls back into the afterlife / satisfied / might return rich and white / might return beautiful and black again with eleven layers of his / mined / stacked in a drumline like a library of magic mimic men / you should look him up / even his mugshot is drastically sensitive even when he was locked up he acted all who watches the watchers, paced the yard for dealers found me a mirror ya'll found me a tall clear minded saint and left him in the new world to ball out like a caucus girl cause I'm generous like that
5.
Another nobel sugar It's innocence gives us dignity Another mesmerizing nigga interrupting the love scene to say when doves cry it's rage that causes that it's rage that has us this gorgeous adagio I don't know how many more events can be lodged in the heart like paternal charters murmuring local far the truth is larger than Hollywood and braver than forever ours is just lazy like nature perfect and no need to announce it except as a pace or good ass town to be in and out of
6.
This is Venus in the hood. Not the tennis star , the planet / the black queen of the Andes who invented the family of superlatives love calls love. Love calls love calls all day love keeps calling. The stage is breaking under me and this is the meaning of flight or just another magic act like you know
how to plan a divorce when you barely even met the man just yesterday as he pulled his tantrum gun to shine the tree of life like a massa's glass shoe / that gesture is a mirror factory too many mirrors make a black dream blind fold not never no surrender but a new and improved rendition of surrey with a fringe on top
7.
We located the word trajectory and bottled it, brought Hennessy on stage and our favorite lock step jump rope move real paid to say we drink this shit but the props got invisible as power and good jobs. Good job, man. I mean I wanted to move my body of flutes inside of a peaceful diamond and do drunkeness parttime lover shit I still want it, too. I heard in east LA the old buildings are sinking into Harlem and the pressure on the earth is causing the people living in them to mention the afterlife like an action / more than once a day / sad exercise like pedaling and it all becomes a euphemism for the do nothing way even jazz can't save a Capitalist from the sentient materialism we call somebodiness and life These people think pain is noble their bodies learn to believe the lies their minds repeat over and over for generations / and then one day Josephine Baker turns into statue and they ship her off to Georgia and the rugged shame of idols turns our consciousness idle while somewhere in Chicago an circle of devoted feet slope airward in the malted paragon of honest rewards I unplug all the machines starting with the ugly clean ones that keep us inside shrugging single file we be still in the love call we be still in the love call
we be still still all out there calling / still
Do I move you Are you willing
Do I move you Are you willing
