Telling (the first rite of spring)

Do you do voodoo too

(he asked me on our second date)

While I warmed my palm over the flame

Next thing we knew I was moaning in the hotel elevator, pressing his ring to my folktale/heart--

the price of fame


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Because they try too hard to be luxury

It's easy to spot imitations of me

They cop obnoxious purses

behave in knots of symmetrical enthusiasm,

and still wear tight jeans,

forgetting why secrets are good hygiene.

It's okay with me, I'll win the way I've always done,

by being gone when they come

but he feels differently

crumples it into scripted upheaval or becomes an imitation of himself

to numb the mania

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The next morning the New York Electric Street Music rises to the tenth floor

and the truth is important.

I already adore you-- like we've done this before

You wouldn't put pins in me, would you, you wouldn't believe in me so much I exceed you and the excess becomes a wound I dress in fancy dresses with no wrinkles

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Plus, you know I'm way ahead of you in the magic. I don't even need to practice anymore.

How could we have heard the sound of justice called in by the trauma if it hadn't been improvised by me, to improve us

( and I also thought, I can do the... that you do, easy/frontin' niggas give me heebie jeebies, I am hoodoo, believe me, our myth is our hygiene and a secret blinded by its own truth)

I answered his question absent-mindedly.. Yes, sometimes I do, but I don't call it that. If you call it by its salvation/name, it hides like a deranged animal. Can't we just call this Flying Home

Too Colloquial (too formal)

You should have seen it, 30 limousines filled with niggas driving into the sunset

I wanted to find them (niggas) one by one

There's the one who went on to be like the reed, tough, but supple enough to not be broken

Whoever you are holding me in your hand, I give you fair warning, I am not what you supposed but far different he would scream as
he saved the earth from scorching by shooting nine of the ten suns (became a combination of several myths and legends)

The suns fell to the earth as swans and crows who feigned madness in order to survive and keep the lineage unbroken

There's the one who makes me so happy sometimes it gets hostile and I shout: man is something to be overcome, what have you done to overcome him, you concentric hearted beast, what have you done,
you're a land mine on the inside, your insides are being devastated, and torn up, because you keep all these lies

Silence.

California Love

Libel for why

Why have you killed your esp

It's too easy, I mean, it's so hard, to live here

Then you get fearless, say shit like, Negro, your breed ain't metaphysical

The blackest horse is running backwards into a keel of marimba flutters and the rubble we shatter under discusses the Congo as a saddle of mines

You find your hands can go on better without your mind and become a benevolent dope dealer, the whole neighborhood looks up to him and he looks up to his mother.

I think when they turned us into breeders during slavery we forgot the difference between freedom and

Rum pinches the stomach and the scent of cloves in neon lungs fills the yard. Vice is a courtesy

Your eyes are two blind eagles that kill what they can't see

Your hands are two blunt shovels digging into me