Sunday, December 18, 2016

Rollcall / For all we know

The God/ The Source / Nature™

the scholars who learned into junkies

the bigots begged to be cops

the people who watched from the post office

those loud cowards who fought on stages  their tender parade unfists   so bloodless

the day workers who stay for sale

the ones who you sold           mama      they pay   you yet?    Net   netherwold  

R  E P A R A T I O N S

one        repossessed corvette      at a time      Rahsaan's  One  Ton  heckling climbers (social kind)  off    blue       minor    

lost men rolling in the mud   miners   blacker birds/     agents/ fat pillars    Algerias  of the will

desert men rolling on the water  tongues lobbed out as dogs'   soft bob of black sails  

his atlanta now    Atlantis-proud daughters   binding plastic claws to their fingers and slabs of lotion as coarse as seafoam

cream and moans     cream      and   only     you     atonal   newday  homeland                 se cure ity  cured  already    parched flesh and salt  

If you can imagine fleeing to Birmingham

then I can clothe that pregnant mannequin

and my role was to bring the press down,   so that the day would not pass unnoticed   flash

Daddy's distant eyes  the way he hurled that lawnmower   into oj's yard  paid off the nervous bystanders , went back to his nap

from time to time ,  some of our more unruly ancestors were found   floating  face down

there is no refuge from confession but suicide  ,   and suicide is confession

This is a red november

this is no place to sleep

with the liars who bled november

heaping salt into our wounds   

the afternoon swooners shuffling across prison yards looking for anything to lift

their penniless women, free at last/  hissing whore hymns at the catch-all sun   not  him   not him neither      damned   are the

                                            trespassers   fixing to hunt our ledge