A girl wanted to use
the word switchblade the deft way
deaf matron of the radio war
without
attracting perpetrators traitors patriarchs or ever the
opaque enzymes my
calves are brimming with hot wine and acid look like greek sculptures act like black actors at the chameleon circus and uncle leon is my favorite one cerebral
from the heart , vulnerable and ground in
valium to stay relevant
it's almost enough to know what my father
would have done to those men,
if he were still stuck on earth
how many he almost killed
for her and her
and me and the hurt
they dream as salvation
or simplified leadership
he used to be naive
and think that he could live without
killing My king
is a million silent slaves who
don't believe in nightmares
escape (continued )
bathed in the serial wayward
patience a man with dimples who
could play the drums and
faint in the voice like
Andy Bey that man is
and standing up to put
the blame on / song
Tradition should be
just as
offensive
as the broken notes of my
unrepentant desire which
evaporates
to
announce itself as vulnerable and in
charge of that blind tone
I filed you under suspect for the
way the love never fades
I prayed for courage and saw my
mother's feet clapping on the treadmill
almost bare but for company kicks and
this skill of the spectator and we were
watching In Living Color that show
about funny niggas who cry for money
The
Blues Offer No Solution
What
were you doing down by the watermelon ?
Are
you my angel
(Flashback
or : White mother combs out mulatto
daughter’s hair while
marching on the treadmill and Watching In Living Color (muffled laughter) early
1990s Los Angeles , California ) Are you my angel?
