Tuesday, July 31, 2018

Maafa rubs some ribs to spices

He says acumen, she says charlatan      the charts with the lavender tint    depart from madness like responsbility  does in theory showing up on time   is sane says he’s fine and she’s mellow


       He says ruminant  she says balloons     send the statue to   heaven on red balloons     it’s so stiff it crumbles  midair and some stellar dna          reaches the tourist pretending to   be jesus now he is

She   says hourglass   he says forever     shoulders pressed to  the water talk to   the money changers tell   them this wealth is bland        and restless limpid or else so   intense it crawls on all fours and then   claps for itself

Let   the bells    let the blissed  out elisonian bullshit       let the elevator operator  with the shoe shine kit let   the idea dictate its bias      as you walk it to bed on stilts       with this child in your belly


She   says   easy she    says I miss  my uncle Charles      and I’m walking high    as he goes to grin