Thursday, August 2, 2018

Her Intimacy / Maafa gives you your problem back

I’m not asking you to play Cleopatra and Liberace        that act is too bulky and very cynical worldly  people might even think you’re joking or lift    your armor looking for armor and even find it along  with some bullet dimples I just love what a mouth   does in rain his face after the arraignment his wrists   after the shackles, so soft so swollen and cold roadless blue   eroding and the baby crawling across the alphabet we made that     from the center of the trap we built this life It’s just way more   eloquent than anything to let yourself smile about it the market would call   your enjoyment meaningless but say it with me all these captains of industry    are thieves! and today we took a walk and laughed erratically at the damp lenient   scene, the chemtrails touched like rainbows, hugging, posing vibrantly for the conspiracists rubbing  the sky with their filth He asked why isn’t that water beneath us moving? And we laughed   all over again, heavier, more sorrowful. It’s a toxic waste dump, all the sludge is rooting it down like anchors  and husbands, I explained, and we kept laughing uncontrollably as we walked the needling water