Yesterday’s entourage says Maafa’s Hajj meets UK garage stage door arabesque lover says galore and means it says the rubber broke and grins it there was no rubber there was no entourage the Hajj was genocidal the lover had a pill there was no yesterday the drowsy acres hobble toward horizon a plum sun confession: I was born in the bible but I don’t believe in the biblical procession of the land candles and robins and opps in the midnight cotton have come to lobby for thieves to get on (see l’huile pronounced wheel means oil the slippery heals when he admits he cannot dance in public and waits for the acceptance that will never come not that I have tried to teach the war to dance but these codes are locked in rhythm and the waves love to swallow their scum I used to be afraid to swallow anything but blood and so we can heal backwards the spiral is always thorns first then rose then the delicate elbows to ribs it takes to remind us we get around then they lost their clown then I could take anything down
