Midnight Mea Culpa

Midnight Mea Culpa

Two hours till dawn

Wondering what the why is

Insomnia plays home movies on the ceiling

Mistakes misdeeeds missteps hound broken down ego

Thats you lying

Thats you justifiying

Thats you standing in the mirror

Looking at your reflection

A manic facsimile stuck in stasis

Heaven is just a dream away

Can I get there from here

Here a lay in planetary purgatory

Staring at stars

Self made succubus fist fighting mortality

Earthbound angels with casket consequences

Seek a piece of heaven

Your place in the sun

Midnight mea culpa....

American Fiend

This is the American Dream

Swallowed

Injected

Smoked

Snorted

Defy gravity on voodoo vacations

Inside your mind

Measured in kilograms milligrams

Get a seat next to god in economy class

Looking for that mega blast that don't last

But rocks your kness

Make your nose bleed

Then you come back for more

I am a whore for the 

American Dream

The abundance of nothing

I am the American Fiend

I brought what the Man was selling

Greasy hypodermic hypocrisy

One nation under the influence

Pushing pills for your ills

On primetime television

Mass medication

Thank you for your participation

Your Oxy anticipation

Your Opiate allegiance

To physical transactions

Sexual interactions of the young black and aimless

Babie...

Blues Man Pt. 1

I gotta train to catch

I hear it coming

Sitting on a rusty bench in Natchez Mississppi

Waiting for the iron horse

Red dust cling to my my Florsheim heels

One step from the plantation

My blues on a string

Juke joint preachin

Sing blasphemous sermons amplified

Making loose women tap painted toes 

Deep down south

Cotton and the Klan grow out the ground

I learned to get down

On Guitar and Gin

Brought a one way ticket to Chicago

Running from Mississippi

I hear that train coming

Heading up north

That horn hollering in the distance

I gotta train to catch

Goin up north

Tired of greens and gristle

Swing low sweet chariot

Maybe I'll buy a Lincoln sedan

Blacker than me

In Chicago Land

Find me a sophisticated lady

Who like how I squeeze six strings

A note from n...

Civilized

I am trying to be civil

Sensible

As you say civilized

I am a creation of your civilization

I am the negro you need

The nigg*r when you don't

Moral whiplash last longer than the birth of a nation

I am a creation of your civilization

How many shovels can you dig this with

I am

The stranger in your bedroom closet

I am 

The stranger in your bed

I know you sleep with hatred

I tried to be civil

Sensible

Martin Luther King dignified

Skinny tie soliloquy

Waiting for you to be civilized

Let me slip into something more comfortable

I love the lie you told me

You came to civilize

Cuz I was uncivilized

You fed me bible and bullsh!t

Which I devoured

A...

American Idols

Cue the music 

Strike up the band

Manufacture the tears

Manufacture the cheers

Sanctified in sequins lowercase lords

At the church of artificial gods

Superficial skin deep mini dieties and divas own the stage

Man made light illuminate singers of sad songs for fame

The whole world knows your name

Praying to posters for penitence

You can't touch your Gods

Look but don't touch

Six degrees of separation

A universe divided between followers and the followed

Dancing the latest dance

Singing the latest song

Wearing the latest clothes

Pitiful puppets with no strings attached

Who do you love

What do you love

Worship at the high definition 4K altar of sight sound and sex appeal

Who do you love

What do you love

Praise lab grown petri dish distractions

So called superstars run rough shod through id...

The Object of Desire (Poem inspired by the book The Delectable Negro)

We are the object of desire

Melanin men spindled and folded into robes of gold

Whipped black backs on display hanging from trees

For all the world to see

The strange business of bodies as a commodity

Sexual oddity 

Sorrow sold to the highest bidder

We are the objects of deviant desire

Black breeding

Black seeding

White needing

A sick skin fetish

Massa did'nt make love

He made babies

Mullato mandingos infected with the blood of perdition

Athletic ex Africans play on manicured plantation fields 

With numbers on their backs

Others with numbers under their chins

Playing the same game

Our skin belongs to them

Their sin belongs to us

Photogenic negroes smile as flesh and blood ebony trophies

Feeding frenzied fantasies

Watching buck naked nigg*rs<...

The Road Part 2

Matthew 7:13-14

For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction

Narrow the road that leads to life only a few find it....

And so it goes

This road cuts deep in the soles of my feet

Granite pebbles pierce my soul

Walk a thousand miles on a promise

Misplaced faith made me wander

A vagabond on the road

No rest for the weary

I travel backstreets searching for salvation

A piece of Jesus in my pocket

The Devil riding shotgun

I limp on

I limp on

The road hurts my pride

I swallow spit and solitude

I send a telegraph to my legs to keep moving

The road lives under my feet

Uneven sufaces sacrafice my sins

And so it goes

The road

Reality under my feet

Reminding me of the past present and future

I carry emotional baggage on br...

The Sickness

It begins with a cough

Low grade fever

Night sweats

Diarrhea of the mouth

Also known as talking shi*t

Throwing up lies

Vomiting untruths

Regurgitating hate

The Sickness

It lingers in the air

Lives on door knobs

Bathroom walls

And leather living rooms

The Sickness 

Killed JFK

Killed MLK

Upper respiratory allegory

Infects the angels of our conscious

The Sickness 

Burned crosses

The Sickness

Crucified Christ

The Sickness

Living in blood streams

Mass murder day dreams

Jim Jones hallucinating into the messiah

Passing out cyanide suicide kool-aid communion

No cure for the cultural concubines

Who lay down with the dogs of war

No vaccination

No transfusion

The Sic...

Sex Majic

She had voodoo in her thighs

We made love on a ouija board

Bodies moving involuntarily

Convulsions

Compulsions

Inside a sexual seance

.Performing devilish acts with arched backs

Her sex majic left a aftertaste

Sticky and sweet

Witchcraft hips with muscle memory

Lips kiss my wet dream

Sex majic...

Aesthetic

Have you ever

Written your name on a foggy window

Childs play

You know when its warm inside

And its cold outside

Use your finger as a pen

Condensation is a sketch book

Temporary letters

Kiss the glass

Ephemeral consonants and verbs

Spell out missing intentions

Write last rites

with water vapor

Disappear into thin air......