tha -inged-ing -duh-ing

in a grand mastu-r-bation
we all us all con-trivialating in ethnicized configurations
that “it’s just all about me”
pander’n pandered hip-notic panderers
pump’n like this is all that’s real
. . . but the coffle-linged eyes en-still-ing
they still betraying us all
prancing stones we marched on
in a hummed-drummed marching

and every body hustling shuffled on in the hustling
knowing that we knowing that we knowing we all whores
rehearsing for the selling in the sale sold selling
drivelling mouths scrolling fast our consensual snide
in farting words trolling out some big protuberating ass
propagating this numbing perver-se-nation-ning om

swallowing all and we all  swallowed-up in the swallowing
he-s down-lowing him-s just like the same as with her she-s
rainbowed feeling-s ‘round in them-ed shadows
trying to pawn forbidden things
painful gnawing coalitions of this unknowing retard

we all us all we every thing-ing
just trying to come back here inside
and always through an other
that’s this some nother body self-ing

copyright © 2005 Asili Ya Nadhiri

we all themmms
here themmming more themmms
each one looking out at the other
pretending we’re some illuminating what
so just to be here being seen being seen
daring only to be secretly peeping out
perverse-nating in the serpentining ruse
of just always hollaring the loudest
‘bout erasing all them other themmms
‘cause they reminding each one of us
we’re just like all them other themmms   

conflagulating complici-tationing
(wantonly ravishing our tail)

this is not a dispensationing
for some unavoidable oversight
or dawning of some reborning again
it’s a rabidly impoverishing craving
a splashing immers-e-nationing
in this desperate surging
and addicting mesmerizing
of our own letharging invisibilize-ing
swallowing us all in here swirling ‘round
sucking one another rapidly on down
in the numbing and emptying coffle-ing
of our ever entangling themmming

Copyright (c) 2017 Asili Ya Nadhiri

 holding on to this just holding on

and we aint even ‘sposing no more
if there’s any something worth ‘sposing
and we seeing right here ‘fore us eyes
so howcome us keeping on doing
keep on doing like we doing
leaning on leaning onto this norm
of hanging on to like’us here hanging on

we dis-focussing everything all together
desperately photoshop’n kaleidoscoping
so it’s all being like    just like it aint so
try’n to hide behind in our hiding behind
mattering no mattering is mattering
everybody’s in here acting like’us long
becoming mo’n’mo’ use to nothing more

encoring over’n’over we’re strutting
arm’n’arm in the well trodden ruts
of our lonely alone-ing promenades
hypnotically obsess’n with just look’n hot
and what’aint kin to this   is just for not
swallow’n us in our own never minding
how this what’s going-on’s being made

and just what are we wanting and not
is it simply some kind of ‘guess what’
so be want’n some something that’s not
or is we chasin’ an other in between
an endless bottom and illusive top
. . . it’s like us never ever wondering
how come this is   that it never stops

Copyright ã 2017 Asili Ya Nadhiri

reeds

and aint no body asking
none of no body else
what this some body else here saying
‘cause we just so good at making noise
for any some body   who they some body else

robotic-ly signing-on correctly abdicationing
confounding inside a bubbular impounding
hustling tatoos’n’bones’n’juevenilla rhymings
so seem’n just like it us  who here performing

and aint no body asking
none of no body else
what this some body else here saying
‘cause we just so good at making noise
for any some body   who they some body else 

we posing here hypnotically wraping-up in
the snowing arms of our pixtallate’n charms
fondling us on’n’on in a digitizing om
on into   this old recurring unknown

and aint no body asking
none of no body else
what this some body else here saying
‘cause we just so good at making noise
for any some body   who they some body else

Copyright © 2010 Asili Ya Nadhiri

the sudden splash of broken pieces

who is this i said was me
the one outside through whom i see
or somebody else i wish i was
what’s this i feel i cannot see
this hole it here inside of me
is i the fault for what i be
or this scared wrapped here
around my knees
and what can i supposed to do
if nobody sees nobody in here
not even me
who dat gone come and rub me warm
‘cause there aint no yesterday
so how come it i always have to cry
and why it never nobody else besides me
who’s the one that supposed to die

Copyright © 1995 Asili Ya Nadhiri

drowning on in themm’d themmings
(ensconcing inside this blurring obscuring) 

them themms keep on themming mo’ themms
who strutting on out the mouth of this womb
pompously adorning their anxious disdaining
of oracular warning of proverbial sins
they perpetrating with themm’d themms they
offering when to themm covetting themms
who callously moulding and coldly pouring on
through vicariousing veins of other themms
social matrixationing so for libating our thrones

themms fenestrating venderers jes like themm’ds
run’n scared trying to hide from what them too
pandering vitiating hustlers as heroic themms
who blowing slow low mo’ mo’ humping sounds
resounding in the holds of emptying arms
whining bags fulling on pretensifying mimes
self-cowarding pawns so prostrating in place
‘fore rusing algorithming pixillated rhymes
pervert’n on in the blues like themm’d themms

just surling swirling desperating redoundings
as this ever deepening invasive fingering
is enthralling us deeper on here inside
of our own swallow’n invisiblizing
swaggerly staggering arm-in-arm
invisiblizinglying invisiblizing
babbling mesmerizing mesmerizers
so ’cause all we all is just themms

Copyright © 2015 Asili Ya Nadhiri

atlantic mooring

glistening sheets of scrolling waters
drumming on in resounding billows
wet humming oracles unfolding there
nourishing darkening trepidationings
reverently enthralling wondering tongues
in loud roaring echoes leaving their trace
undauntingly entangling on
here across your face

by the stark emancipationing of this moon
staring on through cavern crevices homemade
silently kneading assuaging this fear inside
wrap’n’round the musclings of our strides
so these bronze shackled imprinting soles
aint froth aloning for the leave of wet sands
drying scared in hubrisating emulationings
who here begging unbeknowingly awaiting
the mutual beholding of kindred hands
emanating of our native humane

obedient you feeding this tumultuous
flooding here in our wondering souls
with snarling notion-nings crashing there
attacking foreboding wallings of this hold
nourishing the epic will of all them daring . . .
when so quietlying on back out on into then
and now on your way forth on up here again
embracing us all in this womb with its sway
pronouncing on and on of this cosmic way

Copyright © 1983, 2014 Asili Ya Nadhiri

intussusception-ninged-ing
**(rivers us known-ning bent pulling pulled
bending ‘round the ‘lan’ic ocean
for making mo’ us all should
oughta done    be seen seen-ing) 

aboding dark mattering imploding on
through in the middle of this passing on
feeling ‘round in them borned forbidden things
spawning on in the holdings
of this swallowing dark womb

stole! pour’d on this journey sowd
by some them who us!  by who’us sold
herding dark bodies herded there
herding here then
there tied one to the scared
trembling here in the other

in’us self !throwd bound
! there squeezed down in here!tight!
undulating notions surrounding and pounding!
rubbing titty nippled ‘rections warming
hardening there harder
‘gainst the hot protesting breathings
of lil’l round titties bare
scrotumed logs pinioned thronged
there wedged there bumping
in wet creviced rows
‘gainst bare naked buttocks’ backs
who ‘cause they scared!all they scared
they all scared yearning home

in the thick sweating rushing
of hypnotic body odors
us fed feeding here feeding
on this what here in there swelling
lip twisted ‘round and ‘round
knotting ‘round in’us head
gnawing down on inside another on inside
this some other some ‘nother body self-ing
here swooning rhythmic enfoldings
of them dark fleshing walls

aboding dark mattering imploding on
through in the middle of this passing on
feeling ‘round in them borned forbidden things
spawning on in the holdings
of this swallowing dark womb

**think of gravitational lensing
Copyright © 2004  Asili Ya Nadhiri

nowing when in remembering then

in the syncopating rumbling there
in the throats of dark men
swallowing water from the mouth
of clear mason jars
in the lap of hot tobacco fields
and in the evening smelling full
of charcoal women frying fish
popping here in round black bellied pots
on bright red embers burning slowly
is a low steady hummming
here telling of a hunger there deep
and praying in the rhythmic cradle
of a real fertile soil

in the words sounding there
through cocoa hands rubbing clothes
‘cross the rusting ribs of old washing boards
and in Miss Glossy ‘cross the street
here git’n along in her white uniform
proudly laughing at another day’s done
is the sweet swelling drummming
of something round and a real dark brown
growing here in rich delta ground
that’s making me real hungry
and wanting for sump’n more

but where then is it now-ing when
the low drumming hummming
sitting there on the shores of Sahara coasts
shading us here in the chains
of bone dancing brothers profaning
this what it wrapping us warm
in the serpentineous sinus-ing
of Jonah’s slave whales
and there carrying us on here
through savannas of preambling sands
pervers-e-nating in the palmings
of pomp and rapacious hands  

nowing here we’re there-ing then
in this canniballing drouthing
of colding and lonelying desert forms
invisibling wanderings in our wondering

how when in what then
am i be finding it now

Copyright © 1993, 2013 Asili Ya Nadhiri

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

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