With a mind like that
How do you let
your crops grow
Do you let the sky
feed you with its
inpermanent knowledge
Or does your mother
need to mend to you so
soul water that mama
Y'all ought to
act like you see them
Children of the Sun
done become One african
resilient all over again
they ain't done
nothing to you
Mirrors all of them

I’ve searched the evening tides for you
the seams of you in dreams
My pixie rose plucked for petals

It was in the distance of you that fed me
As if you could satisfy the insatiable

To relish in the depth of this oblivion
How sweet the spell comes

I could barely hear the wailing
Your body broken in delicate moments
Drifting from me like a pretty ghost

Here you are again
My favorite lonely one
Dispelling the void between us
With this song

Bleed
woman
bleed

Feed the licks of the Sun
with your immortal womb

Sieze the comfort
of the light before it dies
tried woman
waiting in the amniotic fluid

Bleed
woman
bleed

Show up in the afterbirth
before the hours
have gone fetal
deliver yourself from gender

Live the unknown gaps
free, black and forever

We are fragments
distilled and meticulous
spheres of flesh and bone
replicating thru space
like the urgency of fractals

We are galactic bulls
breaking laws
with our big *****
spread across the
star spangled void

We need far too much...
******* at the black breast
of gravity and forgetting
these bodies are really temporary
Forgetting
we once belonged to the sky
Fleeting ether
and ascending mediocrity

If you could swim inside this womb
to take a warm slow bath in the blood,
I’d piece together those moments
of borrowed flesh

I am conjurer crafting
water from stagnant air and
I eat fire to rinse my bones
clean of the soot

I have risen from insolvent wing
to remake the dead into eternal things
I have birthed the big bang with the
Friction of my lips

Some of the dead have been named
And shot through the roots
to live on deciduous

We belong inside the belly of this world
Playing tag to wind songs and *******
with naked eyes

You treat Her so badly
the women who would
create your perfect flesh
then out of the womb
you came
felt on a whimsy
you came
out like a shooting star
and thru Her
and yet you treat
Her so cruelly

Truth teller
Truth teller
what will
you tell
will your tongue
be a sweetner
a luminescent pearl
or will it be a flame
to burn down the world.

Sleep is the last thing
you want to do
You could miss the apocalypse
Miss Florida on fire

You've wasted so much time
trying to belong
to fit in that tiny
pegged square hole

But you are the circumference
Conforming your
way to happiness
indulging in mediocrity

Time is now
for something authentic
something more burning
than the flesh of hades

Seize god by holding her
in silence and hearing
her deep

Just enough to
Pave your heart
frost bit cold

Where are the wild
Things compelling you
to search your own Sun
and the stray wind that
will carry you home

We cannot live on cement alone
Though we’ve covered
the Earth with toxic stones
that do not breathe
And trash that will never perish

It may be our undoing
What we’ve done to ourselves
To die upon this heap
To suffer the bloodstains
on the asphalt

I feel my bones soften
when I kiss you
then I am this supine
and mysterious thing
a black cat caught hot in
the moon-lit heat

It’s the beautiful ones who
Always give us
This dead look

They offer up
those piercing long
gone eyes to search you
For any soul that they may
Have left

And it is a cold vengeance
They’re hunting for
To steal from you
The lost thing
That never made them
human anyway

I’m afraid I may catch it somehow
The frosty vacant look
That tells me that I’m on my way out
And yet they are already gone…

You are this song
that keeps me going.
Even in your absence,
I am never depleted.
Its sweet spell widens
my heart over and over
again until you return
with glorious moons
rising in the faint swell
of your eyes.

Problems never existed
around the dance away girl
She does the twirl
inside a swirl
a random thought or two
and never remembers the blues

She is the dance away girl
doing it in twirls
giving away her swirls
drifting off into space
with her rhythm
protecting her from the
downward spiral
of an unconscious life...

I am the silent one.
The one who watches
all the terrible things.

Not a sputter
Shall escape my lips.
In search of a cordial tongue.
For mine is cold
like the skin of ghosts

Vacant to this scourge
In the moment
on a dead moon night

I am the silent one
The one who watches
you do all the terrible things.

The earthly judge
say you not guilty
of this your white deceit
but woe onto you
when the real judge come

She come down heavy like
a freight train full
of thunder rolling up
her righteous sleeves...

He said my magic was brown
It was the bed of the earth

I filled him with mirrors
Better to see him

I tasted him pliant on my tongue
Better to eat him
He became my sacrament

He said I moved
slow like lava

I bled into his steps
He heard his carrion
Rising out of another dream

I am my own medicine
the poison is me
but I am not bound
by my word
for the sky is me
as well as the scent
from a wild flower
when you see me
I am also the mountain
you cannot move
to know my strength
is happiness
in the elements of earth
to know I am the still
water flowing
is peace
I am calm

I have ate them
My ancestors
Unlike the
slave girl who
died tragically
I am so sorry
for that
from the deep cuts of
their white reigned whips
still a slave girl but
sitting on
The wrong side
She think she is cunning
She think she is the only one
Poor girl
Can’t read
Past their big
empty minds
But she is grown enough
And soon all of them
that have died will have
thickened her into a mighty
Meat soup

She had wasted her life
When womanhood
seemed so obvious
the mending of hems
and souls
came natural for her
Nightingale girl
with the big heart
who looks after you
they've taken advantage again
selling you short like
the plank that you'd walk
when you finally notice
that he's not into you anymore
and all the babies you saved
and all the makeup you wore
with all those dishes you broke
were all done in vain...

Give them poetry
and they will come
to feed their souls
upon the sustenance
of your everlasting words.

I never know when it will erupt
Something profane
and unshackled
born deep within me

Some say it’s the soul
expressing itself
Defying this flesh and bone
But who am I to impede
It’s dawning

I cannot hold it
down much longer
It will devour me
Bit by bit
I will be consumed
Within its rage

Then I will burn like a witch…

When You Realize
it does no good
to be good
here on the grand stage
of human felicity
trying to do what's right
despite that inner
inferno burning
hot like coals

When you realize
it does no good
to do good
Here it just gathers dust
and is lost amongst us
to a mad mad
fallacious world

Once you realize
the good won't amount
to much
except for the soul
you could stain that
and spend an eternity
washing out the mold

So its best to come clean
and be good for the
sake of it
for you never know
what's within the unseen

Whatever has torn up the room
has sat on your mother's
back breaking her

but you look the other way
too painful to see
what's already in your face
a lynching here a shooting there

It's not me you say
and shrug it all away
I didn't steal anybody you said
but tortured bodies wailed
underneath the crack
of your ancestor's whip
and still you reap from
the ghosts of yesterday

don't you hear them
the black lipped rage
that keeps yelling at you

but still you look the other way
and sip your latte
with a deafening smirk upon
your face as if you are not
one of us

human

This is not a plea for reparations
yet it would be a wise gesture
nor a begging for a hand out
yet it would serve you to be kinder

It may be futile to you
to look a black person in the eye
with the truth on your tongue
but if we can't save you
then maybe underneath it all
nobody could