Friday, November 30, 2018

Maafa's Provocative

Your guru sees you    a black neurotic dancing    with mickey mouse and the drum  thick tickle of cowardice is     neat in a crowd innit neat in    crowd coward

And how they had  loved her

And   how had  they loved her?

A  merciless  indigo corner  store social kind  of hovering kind  of genocidal love     yes that’s what it was     genocidal love so much the  calliope kept crying behind the  fine spilling d n a heimlich the   music kept up like crime scene   knuckles and the premeditated obsessions    of people who call themselves adults sick people      and how they had loved her how had they love   her
Guru     good rug      a scuffle a   scaffold

When   I told   him I was   leaving he said      well you better think  about it because there’s  no way back

Tuesday, November 27, 2018

Maafa’s Ideation

That woman was three women    three different diversely crazy  people so beautiful does  your hotel have a strategy in place     for staggerlee for discouraging people from jumping  out the windows No no no no no no no no

I said no      

If a moon   can be demure      as murder when doubled       can be as sourceless as war        I’d adopt a doberman and Paris   Jackson I’d put a strategy in place    for when people reach me and can’t see          the ocean floor I’d get out of the way      and watch agape as the bodies fell I’d say they    aren’t killers just searching for new ways to be   born

I’d   say no one   made you go  Las Vegas

That’s   not true       there’s evidence    that that’s a lie    


Crumbs  of neon          millions of cameras  tucked in the ceiling  

Saturday, November 24, 2018

Wednesday, November 14, 2018

Saturday, November 10, 2018

This Fantasy is Ambition

Following   the gaunt   pose of a solo   voice ever    voided in the drift   toward Vesey

Suddenly       she lost his    name and more   than that his avenue      his usual coming forth   his

Mutilated   revolution’s bruise of      river in a vase of slipped    petals and pills she lost  his way of talking of erasing   her

And  taking  off the     gaze for the   other gaze his    voice his vessel his avarice        pink lips on

A   sunless    neck lavender with  bruises heckle this   event say sun drenched    say one templed yell       so long boy toyota voice     roadless until bill moyers says what a dragon   is what this ego is what listless letters   we had before the machine made us sellers of   it one through five best sissies bribed by nothing   bitches

God, I could  use someone to   yell expletives   at once a month     

Thank god  I found you    in the blue   tunnel under Malibu    driving though like it wasn’t on  fire and you too my   effigy my legion of heat  bent bones on leather drum nest you          ready as the new sound

The  time of    matriarchy   followed

Monday, November 5, 2018

Friday, November 2, 2018