Theme for Malik Flavors

In the name of accuracy

(there were ready arrows in the backseat)

..When Flavors was smiling, we were happy

But they said it wasn't fast enough, so I made it fast. There's not enough words for them to work out what the language was so I moved it as, my mother's habit at the electric church was to plead the blood, to rub the Cadillac with wax and lacking any fear, I might do that too. Silence. But not in the service of hurrying or wish fulfillment or slurring a rant into an errant I'll be damned if the isle ever flinches when I walk down it in mint green and a crown made of artichoke/hearts, grow up, dress up, laugh this many times in a row at that many chosen few many chosen you who none have

Garment District Cadillac

Get dressed. Casual and restless. Get to the duress already. Get dresses. Get money. Ghetto money. Note money. Bank note money. Don't be dumb. Don't beat 'em. But if you can't join 'em, beat 'em. Be dumb with me. Be hung as the arabesque on pleasure (guest in the air), on the pleasure dome, mumble (olive in your mouth like home, I love you) All of you casual dressing ghetto money lavish backlashing shins in the dream of a china factory rattled by the hope of disaster; that would be better than sitting here inventing zippers for the denim, for the dumbed-down denim clear in the market hung from the parkbench suggesting a crime or a medicine, guest in the time between leisure grass and habit grass and grasp and grasp and grasp The west at last is empty, listless, and needs a passenger from the jury, and I am volunteering as the words ask the wars to steer them , unstart them who I am volunteering, do let them begin who I am volunteering, dont let them begin who I am in the simple volume of where I am, high


up on a tantrum (maintenance) about anyone fancy or plain as he is spitting out olives and sunflower seed bits in the street,(my fingers pinch the windowpane as I watch, listless) one hand on his pants so they don't drop A champion, a proper champion living out his uniform like it's a house

My New Favorite Increment (Anatomy of a Waltz)

There are sparrows in my dare, my dear, with the folk caress of jinxes (courage) in the imprint of a pair of looking-jokes, where the echo slow repeats, if we hurry, if we were her, every word, most of us will be there when he carelessly measures the distance between a hint and the whole hinterland, whole manner of having been there will be between panic and ain't it funny how the prayer in flight mid falling

Music for Chameleons

Neither black nor white, a pale golden rum colored (not that it mattered) Aristocrat. The stuff Richard Prior used to set himself on fire and ripple– Modern object tossing the might could into a rural nightmare and coming out with seeds and the manners to share them, crop them, knock them into the ground like hens or bounty. I think we are beautiful children, including the silver blue hidden gardens in charge of our personal windows. Most people. Are ashamed of their fascination, is all. I don't blame them for how loud and shapeless the privacy gets before it ruptures and turns a race.

Love is a Dangerous Necessity

Certain Ballads

It's said that he resisted and they beat him with sticks in the first report for Pilgrim he claims to be a musician, claims to be in a Broadway band trading choruses, playing chorus for chorus, as in a streetfight, so jealous wage your experts so they sent him to Creedmore, a New York facility for electro convulsive therapy Mercury and crickets have my mind in common, he'd explain on the piano bench coordinating hallucinations into Dartaniun A manifestation of cycling time

She had hid his shoes, to keep him from leaving saying He is in a state of grace, he practically asked me to do it, actually, but she had too many adverbs, too many qualified actions, indicating too many urgings, and asunder How we were staggering together through the streets where they keep flags and yachts until the morning watched us lean indoors, a terrible ordinary day How we were staggering through the streets together between flags and yachts, forming calluses we wouldn't even notice on the bottoms of our empty footage how bearable you've made it, beyond my wildest motives

Love Is A Dangerous Necessity ...

The Recovered Liner Notes to Hampton Hawes' Universe

I soldiered, I soldiered

You see this spoon/Her eyes installed like cartwheels on sharp grass
Cured of any desire to voluntarily enter
a desert again

You see this moan/Bossa nova shaped and pursed
with the radiance that carves itself out of ofays' stares--
a pressure that mends my character

short, of senseless, my interpretation of an airforce suntan comes out the color
of limpid Los Angeles smog or Hampton Hawes' gorgeous crimped seventoned ebony/wind you'll have a terrible time smothering my clarity

On adagios the bass is supposed to swell/dislocated and comfortable

like I was a civilian, a Sevener too, clean: how
you're the reason
I stay clean just looking clean

I heard a rumor about more earth or that
the universe is expanding and
you're the reason
I stay clean just looking clean

Fairy Tale Gossip/(Liner Notes for the Millennium)

(Miles and Betty Davis: Lost Transcript from the Filles de Kilimanjaro Album Notes)






Range(Reign)


Betty: Runner You-

run in the trine of a curtsy, up the miniature ladders beamed into obscene nylons.

I find you on the fire escape looking deliberate with some Rapunzel blond neighbor of ours

...and even still, I love the way you hold your head, high sort of, and a bit to one side

Highlights your finger wave, how you wave to me from out there with only your fingers, leaving the palm on its scheduled decrease/symbolism, mercy or stunt, we become equal and therefore rivals


Suspense enters the phony distance between us like a circus pressed against a jury

I forgive you by disappearing and the circus collapses...

And my hands flew up too, How the sudden romance of a cruel error... It was romantic to watch you with her in scam privacy, our first candid exchange in years

It's an accomplishment you manage to accent with pride though it diminishes you-- My mind flashes to the time I found you shopping for lottery tickets. With fiendish, whispered shouting and a stride so plunging it's invisible/desperation like money and slander, which spread at the pace of your interest... Messenger, Brilliant Hypocrite, have you been seduced by the race, into letting your legs ignore the paisley footprints of princes in the ghetto, and

so that they reach

Here comes/here goes, which is to say, so that they come to seem interchangeable and better secrets that way...


During a riot: loot water and diapers/ cigarettes and ice: idols

Did you hear the one about the brother who ran into the fire to rescue his daughter's favorite... Ma Rainey was playing from a Marshall law megaphone nearby and the newsman blames the riddling starkness of her chant

He lived, He didn't just survive

Wearing my most shredded stockings, high tops and a neon midriff, I set out to flaunt my new assimilation to your having a mistress, in all the places I find repugnant: supermarkets, nouveau riche mansions, army bases, freeways - I want to be blamed for this I am rewarded - deputies, suitors, muscular cars, a career:

Your regret is nearly erotic and since I've forgotten how to shrug, I cast it across my drive like dry wind it settles in my eyes and turns a crisp red color of a wet July in the hemisphere, cover for the virgin lion,

wanna trade Miles: burdens-

are so pretty, they trip over themselves, are so pretty and huddled on my heart it needs them