if I were erased, I would lose me that
intimate misery; as accused in self, for ritualistic deaths, so cured in his
curse. to lose heritage—would I remain blackness—so destitute of tomorrow? so
much a false baby, such voodoo in lineage, while we attach to our memories; some
dark image as it lurks it just sits in that chair. I welcome pure deception if
but one smile to feel such sorrow; days are candy so sour such bitter
sweetness. nights are umbrellas—where do we stand—in imageries centered in
chaos? to have lost its backbone to have tried in its vanity as rigid creatures
spaced in dementia.
grandmother had eight eyes mother was a
trapdoor tarantula while grandfather had a plate in his skull. aunty was
touched our investigation is clear, granny told her she was lying. such filth
in genetics such ivory beliefs while some forfeited their heritage; sure
mimicry certain ambivalence while I might hate something in my mirror. mother
wore a diaper, such as an infant, her babysitter wouldn’t change it. we
remember such traumas we cleave to traumas while told to release our traumas.
the steps were burgundy. a man was
dragged. we heard a number of gunshots. some mystery some mistake some mental
wraith. he lied there such draining such intestines—they wonder if I’m messed
over!
I remember such innocence, as telling
mother, “I will always love you.” some web or lemur eyes such staring through
worship. so great a pardon so much reneged while many never hear an apology.
those feelings in gin those memories again while loosened in some intimate
location. so slanted such elasticity while concrete has become like liquids. as
abstract geniuses or distorted teleprompters such grappling with biblic walls;
a man to his destiny a friend to his betrayal while told to survive!
