we debate
blackness, it looks a certain way, speaks, has language, grinds a certain way.
it dies in society, it screams in silence, like a bomb in a grenade. sure
succession, brick and glass, our hour-honored women. I admit annoyance, I argue
perfection, take me back to Cush. so unpaved, so concrete, like fuck anything.
to picklock a sister, to unwrap seaweed, too many took a dirt knap. eating
waterweed, needing purpose, feeling useless. let it be known, a fucking maniac,
with his behavior watched. the gateway, the fury, a religious Cadillac. we know
secrets, coming out of voodoo, converted, anything a part of core religion. let
life be good, let slaves resurrect, is there slavery in heaven? the epitome of
beauty, the map to Africa, so many filthy ass neurons. broke indigo, plain jane
a manic, looking at a lacewing. decipher me, I’ll decipher you, early morning
apologies. outlined in chalk, got fed up, hit harder like a devastation. something
to it, emotion bleeding, like a curse in a new Benz. alliance with a few, had a
real hog, he died on a dirty page. black bewitchment, brilliant billiards,
based in a fever-pint. like instincts made opera, never a woman too black.
avoiding too much, living like fiction, the ballad is rich. the filth for flurry,
a fifth for Rah, most can’t eat the chaos.
