Turns out all my heroes beat their wives. How redundant. And my anti-heroes shove them into the footwork like diabetic soldiers. My circulation craves the wine of I told you so but I'm uncoerced and free to shudder the levels of mistress all over the court ship ships have always been difficult for us and the water they lean on and what's all the fuss about the love of boys who could have been men there is no weakness associated with this just excellent nostalgia that almost French kind of lime glimmer in a grey corridor of shiny niggas ah that word binds itself to hope in my every nursery does that sign really say service meat is there a new dimension of food we can't yet see but as blood and beauty
Daft patches of dimes in the iris shyest dancer actually the boldest when the lights blur whys and wise First Amiri Baraka died. Then my grandfather. Then Bobby Womack. Then Horace Silver. Then the land. Then the fantasy of the land. Then the lamb in the hybrid jesus idea. Then the idea itself. Wide is that belt they would whip out wide as we could ever spread our perfect legs rough as the empty tire swing in my inkling of home with my other king and my other king I think suffering is finally the only joke the thing my incident woke up / too another black comedian with a gun and a loose child this one adopted this one napoleon this one with a time fetish this one with a couple of drums locked in the basement this one who loves to wait for the night to strike its most intimate dice pose and clap alone til it grows into morning
I'm not saying these are soft times but Imma find me some medicine I'm not saying I lost mine but Imma find my men again, even the liars keeled over the fetal bodies of their forgotten widows lobbying for silence can be recovered like an herb I'm finally going into to the forest with someone who's been the forest and I'm finally the one who's going into the forest and the one who's been
