for hip spaced out revolutionaries...(circa 1964)

for hip spaced out revolutionaries…(circa, 1964)

remember---
when lone ranger, tarzan
and jungle jim---tonto, boy and cheetah
use to shoot---shoot off at you---
and you cheered.
cheered those
psychotic heroes---
lurking in the grave
yards of your minds---lurking
bebop’n and grasping
brainwashed roots---slowly
quickening into oblivion: lost?

remember---
when flash Gordon 
was a trip
and you tripped?
yet ships now sail
to the moon
like ships of old sailed the sea.

remember---
spaced our
brothers and sisters---
spaced out little ebony 
and coffee hued youths
jumping off into space---spaced out
while space ships sailed to the distant moon?

remember---
‘wake up coons!  y’alls is on tha mune…
now mov…foe I puts ah leben’n half
where sun don’t shine
and mek yu’s float in dis black space!’ 

remember---
‘sorry boss…jus chill
In yo space suit; plenty moe
black monkeys down there…
jus falling…
                    falling…
             falling…
                            out!

remember---
saturday rip offs
and what happened
to the new world fools
with the old world african roots?

remember---
‘wake up bro!...say man…
stop nod’n…this crap’s for real!’

remember---
‘moon base…this Houston calling…
we got more nigs down here…
just falling…
           falling…
                                    fall-
            ing…
                     out!’

remember:
this ain't funny y'all;
anything can happen---
if you let it.