Friday, December 26, 2014

The house of the damsel

Well as I watched and listened to where sound went     I didn't get closer to god

                                                                                                                                     I became God

You have to be  a hero      my mother warned       and then    how do blacks   show fear   with love      she asked                       I just laughed        by example      all the revolutionaries  are perverts      an excess of skill    spent   on imagination  and sex            is   a million different  demons  clutching their shadows   on the folk  invisible      a prolapsed  dream  

In the script  they have me waiting  at the top of the staircase  in a red dress   that is some days,   green    

for some punk who expects to impress me         with diamonds        when I love him for     his demons  

                                                                        finally                                                      the way they