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Radio Shack Closing

Another black hose down slow snake so down so clean whip stains with machine aim meaning at a fuzzy frenzied mangle of tone blown through silver afro roman protest hymn couldn’t be so sure it was Maa fa ‘s pastoral but you mumbled she’s a pastor in the checkout line over a chorus of machines clutzing paper toward its quota what ruptured franchise told of deafening scooting ears towards the weathered ledge of hearsay or the banal heresy of craving Riri’s rabid didn’t I tell you that I was a savage mama snorted white wishbone hash could have passed for the matted tofu in my lunch pail while I did the Cabbage Patch in the middle of an abandoned electronics store and all the screens wore me for selling, mama in the corner snorting staticy coke off the broken one and waiting for Willie Hutch to come over to get over / to crush and distill her into a fine pearlescent powder he could wear in public like the sun   tumbling isotope of mulatto indifference so aloof   so vigilant         so trapped in hints  everything must go   so mating dance whimper come calamitously close to Johnny Cash husking the molten propaganda into a pace meant to ruin enthusiasm with pleasure

The addicts had it all    the stereos and their barren roll call/ the rollerblades and the swtichblades and the rebel belle rolling out like an ancient scroll counting to eight over and over    the way a circle  reaches   she  held out for them

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Dignified, Child

I’ve come to get what’s mine

Can you talk about the mineral industry  ?  Leave the caution tape off the ghetto with the loaded   habanero and area code soldiers?   Can you lead me   over    my feet are taped and bleeding   can we    coach the yankee money   into  hysterical pillars   of   road shoulder  red tethered to tricks we be turning   and turning  and     it   hurts   this   slickness    the way  his fast ribs go cripple   in a row of hazardous   colloidal  …       jonesing  I’m   jonesing and    Joan keeps disappearing …  My babyfather found her bones in the basement of the building he was gutting for the local developers  for minimum  wage   for  say   we  fight their war  with our days so great  we become    its wages  its  sable  toned  booty      booty  for days     for      cobwebs   hobble-toned cleopatra  and  a fat  truck passing  back and forth   in handcuffs    and brought them to me in handcuffs     and he brought her to me   stranded  in   roses and cufflinks   her  bones  he’d  spent  swan  days  scraping as  cement  off bricks   wandered into the center  with Crispus Attucks     mama   did you tuck  him  in     the  harbor    like a  barber  or   a funky  singing boat   or  let him   float   on      home  ?      Where  was  Joan  and where was Mrs. Jones     I  swear    if  she   keeps disappearing   in the middle   of  the dream    Ima   turn mean   like that   one time       Ima  mean your   time   is  rubbed into her  blood  and dangling  from the redemption  of black betty’s   body    on   lease    on   less    on   Lisa Bonet  and Mickey Rooney  tumbling around on a filthy  mattress      got stuck  together   so  violent   with hesitation we    swung   braced   in the   tongues of   cicadas    almost forgot   which   one   you    was     such  was  the   curse  of  reappearing      such    was  the mercy     

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