and we are persistently listening to the gesticulationings of those mouths that are mute

unknowningly

but what now of they themm
‘bout whom it never is it told
unknowing come they born too
with a share they humming
with the seer’s tongue
limping knowd they un-be-knownst
the unknowing unknown

Copyright © 2004 Asili Ya Nadhiri

the constantly expanding (at or faster than the speed of light) universe is reminding us that we are seeing less and less each moment: hence, the utter absurdity of even the most minute pretense of arrogance

so hastily demising  

puke is honing all our guild-ing mouths
river-lettings of cautionary yellowing
soupingly entangling with chunks of
scarlet red hollaring audacious bubblings
running on flooding all the soggy moulds
and rhythmating knolls’n’holes’n’souls
where we’re all just runn’n on here wait’n

imploding echoes are snoring in the belly
of all our rapaciously ajudicating verdicts
our fawning marble-ling institutions
and their yawning substitutions
and common disdaining ablutionings
are desperately devouring each other
for one another’s cracked cup
of some noma-nating brew
on and on and on and on
and always we acting like
this is something brand new

Copyright © 2017 Asili Ya Nadhiri

churr-ing occurrings slurring blurrings
immersing in rueless demure-ing imbuings
blue-ing inside the walls of perjuring recurrings
!and who’s scared!
all us all of here seeing
freezing in the armless wanderings
baptizing mathematizings
of our smothering incurrings
He’s saying: “Still thuh glow dat show’n
in all what us know’n
it being as little less
and as much mighty mo’
depending how we want’n it so”

abstracting distracting contracting
(in memory of my father) 

and what
is the marrow of next
if not now
what is ever never
or never ever
but signs of a hapless distend
place is in between what
and distance a splicing of the same
a measuring in what frame
of some distain covering over
all those other slippery-ing things

now is here then
always swaddling in when
boundlesslying amen
every moment is sublime
but never fully fraught
always waiting here holding on
in all these whoms we’re caught

Copyright © 2015 Asili Ya Nadhiri

our lensing echoings 

here losing us in our self-ing-ness
hers and hims are othering thems
this is the cadence
to which we’re marching
so you better be watching
‘cause you aint never knowing
what who is whom-ing then
every thing is we every thinging
begging for a compass to somewhere
in this ghostly serpentining serializing
of our mathematizing imperializing

no no no no it’s just what you hearing
we’re surrounding ourselves
with all our floating borderless cliches
holding on to the loudening shouting
of our boisterously silencing pomposity
yes we’re the progressing emptying-ness
trying to calibrate our recessing
in bubbular mansioned expansions
of opiated ostentatious demensions
and why aint we seeing this aint
grounding our armless propoundings . . .
‘cause all is numbing all that’s numbing
even the humming’s numbing its humming
in this synthesizing drumming mung

of course there’s no wonderous coming
oms are entangling for using their om-ing
there is no anger brooding nor wishing
just a swallowing festering arresting abusing
and the numbing and numbing
aloning in our no otherwise-ing

Copyright © 2015 Asili Ya Nadhiri

en-caverning-d on
in the des-surrecting-d rhythmning . . .

these shadows
they claiming no bodies
swallowinged on into
this other some other they else-inged
mama she daddy she aint’ting
aint this how coming so he
i caint—ting
“but i can ball! O LORD
!i can ball!”

too scared i so to try
no look passing in the dark
in long drawn low
soft echo-ing tones
so dat i dont never lose
abandoned i here abandoning on
in the numbing numbed hollowing
of us humming drummm sung
DOOM DE DOMP DOOOOM
DE DOMP DOMP DOOOOM DE DOMP DOOOOM
DOOM DE DOMP DOOOOM
DE DOMP DOMP DOOOOM DE DOMP DOOOOM
DOOM DE DOMP DOOOOM
DE DOMP DOMP DOOOOM DE DOMP DOOOOM
DOOM DE DOMP DOOOOM
DE DOMP DOMP DOOOOM DE DOMP DOOOOM

Copyright © 2000 Asili Ya Nadhiri

the swallowing of swallowed crying

sssh
i’m hearing something in here
coming through the walls of dry bosoms
and everybody’s in here pulling!
is pulled back deeper down
by the pimping tongue
of this dull razored silence
and anything growd from rich dark ground
is smothered in a hurry
in loud drunken spells of nervous laughter
and lost in the lonely growling
of emptying moments
eyes they looking all around
just to see who’s looking

Copyright © 1993 Asili Ya Nadhiri

we’re simply repetitioning this what we’ve always here repetitioning . . . this is the choice we are always coercively choosing

our glaring effusing abusioning

empty souls fulling on potions and
notions in midnight ambulatoriums
for so be fabricating fascinationings
our hands they spinning us ‘round
and ‘round on this potter’s wheel
arrogantly emending our soul
now we’re all just always sopping
the shadows of our being alone
rolling-up in desperating arms
of!louder!hallucinationing songs
so what’s the mattering
with this scattering matter
meandering in maws full of air
in mushrooming silencings of despair
enclosing the notions of all to dare
diluting resolve dissolving everywhere
now we’re all just always sopping
the shadows of our being alone
rolling-up in desperating arms
of!louder!hallucinationing songs
no sleight of hand is needed
they’re long being being right here
shuffling our frigid moulding enfoldings
sequestering the deafening ears
of all we knowing unknowers
now we’re all just always sopping
the shadows of our being alone
rolling-up in desperating arms
of!louder!hallucinationing songs

Copyright © 2018 Asili Ya Nadhiri