slick hands (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

slick hands 

coming one right after another and the others
with talking fingers dancing on little hands tan
pimping sweet words pickled in rusty tin cans
to us here hungry and begging to feel real
coming by ourselves in dark and lonely halls

on brown thighs
we’re always rubbing and trying to finger
sucking their dreams to nurse our schemes
preying on the soft warm ground
of those who look like us

or else we’re standing there
waving in pulpits and long elected halls
promising holy destinations and brown bellies full
stroking with fat hands and brick-veneered things
dreams of kingdom come and another day’s done

or writing big words brown round like turds
on homemade papyrus and scrolls
tracing pictures from ancient and hallowed halls
or shadows from drum soaked walls in ghetto stalls
shuffling three shells and reams of hypnotic dreams

coming one right after another and the others
with talking fingers dancing on little hands tan
pimping sweet words pickled in rusty tin cans
to us here hungry and begging to feel real
coming by ourselves in dark and lonely halls

Copyright © 1989 Asili Ya Nadhiri

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