These shrines are telecommunication devices their displaced patience becomes oppression a totem’s pressure on the spine no sun spin blind and lucid is a brisk skin of a laugh or wince the light in half toward the black thought or some pathogenic gimmick and its phlegm of cranes something dainty went up a ladder made of the body’s excess its surplus its majestic overproduction and the bevel was thin and pale and forever a lesson to rub
She squinted to signify one of the jive healers was learning sincerity see jesus seasick jesus she widened to intensify the significance of no one in particular the branding iron and some candles a net sac of swollen peaches as it punches the pole that sweet illicit juice of flesh slides down the isle linoleum orange lunge is this what you call a wedding we met in the metro no retrograde no blood gave off the aroma of transmutation like the unspilled blood of in a puddle of shrines I was always wearing velvet behind some elephant man with a television show and no mansion I was a good girl wishing on stars while my hard r sizzled
And it occurs to me these ruins are the blighted heave of an endless trance and we might even like them that one dance lifting the invisible weight in segments of giggle makes it seem like we like a world almost over like if there’s something we’re late for we’ll feel just distorted enough to make a move
And that was the new grammar mumbled garden of nerve and charge and here’s what we’re not finna do and are you a martyr or a lot of dizzy renditions of what if or whatever the killings are pathetic tributes to the power of black life you say I can’t hear you say it!
He was busy kicking the ribs of a child and her skill was less death
She was busy reviving the shrine and it looked better than free shipping over fifty dollars paradise
Whistler at white girl this is your likelihood coffin paradise
Go off, queen paradise
Wait softer paradise
Are there maps to get us back to ship I think it’s a pitiful riddle on the railroad I think the lyric being over at last is so shirll about its presence as disaster to get some attention we have this wicked laughing disaster with no name now we named her Ma a fa not worried nods don’t blame me
And obedience is no longer cunning these shrines are coming back to life to tell you what lie you’re sick with that victory also oppressive also let me out of this boat
Nina goes on trembling
LeRoi’s bright red eye at the oral history recording
Miles’ dick shriveled in the pool
Get off my dick
My mamma loves Dick Gregory
But Cavett had every guest
But Gregor Samsa fasted for two years to protest the Vietnam War maybe
He drank only water He bought Yoko Ono her first black event in attention
The drug addicts are in a pile on isle one
And I saw Michael Jackson come in the backdoor screaming did you see him?
