find us like
spiders in cracks, the new black, fanciful faces. find us screaming, knowing
our destination, a little flippant. find us abandoned, damn near succumbing,
with pride in our spears. like spurs in flesh, we woke up, the demon is on
layaway. too much concern, the new black, our culture touching atmosphere—the
love of blackness the curse chasing, much togetherness in times of destitution.
love is black, sages are ethnic, life is origin.
find us laughing
in seas, raiding ships, like pirates for riches. find
us …
with inmost tales,
with a rabbit in pocket, with agony at flames …
find
us on the
playground, late for church, speaking of casting ghosts.
yes! find us …
beating drums, at
nativity, always root or nothing.
find us as
cowboys, galloping through deserts, making moonshine.
the pain of the
animal, the dent in genetics, when medicine was magic.
