friday night quiet’n

(a portrait)

this dark it fulled

of longed africaned legs

they done-d running on

there is no distant drumming

no thickened plum lips they humming

no sundown peopling

laying sun

it going-d

grey worn abandoned-ning corners

they smooth angular neckbones standing

rubbing together dry grinding

in this low loud bellowing silence

of themm-d rhythm-mated cold

they soft body tones

no shadows to mark the time

on and on and on go passing

ancient ghosts they give no shelter

for the bared naked asses

the dreams there is

none brung that waken

the eyes who wide they dozing

this dark it fulled

of longed africaned legs

they done-d running on

there is no distant drumming

no thickened plum lips they humming

no sundown peopling

laying sun

it going-d

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