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Small Poem

Fold ourselves into compromising positions

Bending into downward facing dogs

Lying in wait

Supple flexible meanings

Facial ticks tell fictional tales

Told by brutal contortionist

Primitive novels written in body language

Twisting in the wind...

Transformation

Begin

Nine months inside mothers love

Embryo to infant

Swimming in her amniotic ocean

The womb a tiny world

Begin

Strange molecules mix and make me

Destiny in DNA

Begin

Enter this world head first

A world made real by malice and gunpoint descisions

A child's eye beholds visions of human holocausts

Becoming

New ages into old

Live lives of biological butterflies

Our bruises beautiful

Our scars exquisite jewelry

Adorn agony with a crown of thorns

Became

I became angry

I became agitated

I became a miracle pulled from the mud

Piety soiled by dirty deeds 

I became a dirty mind

Saying dirty words

Thinking dirty thoughts

I became

A caretaker for the unfinished business 

Of being begotten and forgott...

So called Freedom

Freedom seekers seek easy emancipation

Freedom riders rode on a wing and a prayer

Once written words 

Lincoln's prose abstract meanings

Lofty lies left between a rock and a hard place

Captive audiences disolute nations within nations

Strain and buck against wrought iron restraints

Dying or trying to break free of Uncle Tom's Cabin

Slave shacks reserved for the unfree who longed to be free

Is free a verb

Is free an adjective

Is free a feeling

Maybe free is a farce

A cheap photocopy of freedom

Colin Kaepernick was free until he took a knee

How free you wanna be

Free until the ink dries on the 13th Amendment

Freedom fits like too tight shoes made for marching

Freedom songs frozen in time

The tactile tension of what you can't touch

Maybe freedom is faith

Faith in the sons of men

Faith in the sons of b!tche...

Gil Scott Heron/Black Boy

See that black boy running scared his old man gotta problem

Dip to the same song

Same song since old heads was young bucks

The streets are undefeated

Names change 

The hood stays the same

Going to jail out on bail

Collect calls from upstate

The police knows your name

See that black boy running scared

Running from ghetto games malt liqour

Pissy alleys and bombed out houses

Running from gorilla pimps street light hustlers

Two time losers drug abusers

Sing the same song

Woulda coulda shoulda sermons

Sung in corner colloquialisms

Those euthanized by apathy

Run black boy run reality two seconds off your azz

The suburbs is just a word learned in 8th grade english

Reading writing and reefer

School house lies tells the white mans truth

My little sister belly getting bigger

She can't run

Baby da...

Nasty

Slippery when wet

Exercise caution when sliding in and out of innuendo

It starts with a passing glance

It starts with a tender touch

Lust makes eye contact

Passion pulls the covers back

The love we make

The love we take

Moans get sticky

P()ssy perfume fills the room

Taste testing our never regions

Drenched in candy rain

We doin our thang

Backflips and somersaults grown folks gymnastics

Baby lets get down

Go down on me

Go down on you

I like the flavor of your funk

Shift my stick like a five speed

Got me grabbing for pillows

Groan and grunts on that backside I can't front

My tongue got her speaking in tongues

She called me nasty

I called her bluff

Slippery when wet 

I couldn't get enough...

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 I 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...