I’m
gaining focus, my dreams as actuality, my heart all into blithe—tripping a
lock, at God for release, I wonder how we ache!
suspect
or victim? on trial or in a coffin? at mother or father?
too
tall to sleep, disrespected for a living, a petty penny—a deeper grave, like
climbing to upsurge soil.
I’ll
be real, Baby is fly as skies, so wild, so behaved, if ten to thirty years ago!
simple
language, a damn creator, an escaped banshee.
I
read Jewish literature. I met a Jewish woman. It hurts, Dear Yahweh!
my
bags are screaming. I hopped a plane at three. we disappeared into Missouri. we
turned a coven, I ate a cauldron, they summoned Mariam—so scarred, so
refocused, like veins filled with filthy.
released
to chains, unchained, like go get them, the tides greedy, a blunt
dipped, like crazed how we parted—to suffer adolescence, Love was brilliant,
fucked our friendship!
I
was aching softly. I saw a lady, dismissing color, such sophistication—trying
to figure pain, trying unleveled game, at me, at you, nobody came but three.
carried
by six, a coffin filled with ashes, roll them, puff them, feel my resurrection.
