they spreadinged and swallowinged on in this low droning stare of who this who in here who for they selfing purpled grey splotchings aloninged wrinkling and drying on out on one another growinged hard too soon
welfaringed moments they chanting and caressing us all bleeding on through the veils of invisibled-ling faces running on out here all over us all
they spreadinged and swallowinged on in this low droning stare of who this who in here who for they selfing purpled grey splotchings aloninged wrinkling and drying on out on one another growinged hard too soon
if when is then and then is when and now is on and on what then is now what now is when and when is ever then and where in when and in what then do stories we tell they all begin and do they ever ever end and what it is they all intend
now then in here wave-ing here when
in here i’m bound then for most never found ‘mongst a public litter that’s more renown and this numbing i’m feeling in here when keeps being spreading on out all over dissipating your children aborting them now raping us all on deeper mo’ deeper mo’ deeper in the languishing retard of vicarious simulations and you keeping on marching on just like you told never minding ‘bout this something you done’n’nicknamed it me
crowded in crowds you aloned aloning all alone syncopated hallucinating in your own plastic arms advertising patronizing emboldened perverse-nations leeched you leaking on into a same one another you wanting other but you scared you so scared! of the feeling little left that you feeling it’s leaving and you never ever ever make’it so you be seeing what you wanting i’m always waiting in here waiting
but you keep on sucking on them-ed used sugar titties cunningly consumed in the daunting consumption of your own hypnotic and callous-ive consuming you hallowing the hustlers desecrating your time swelling your heads with masturbating rhymes auctionating in palladiums of a popular clime and you erasing me on mo’ furthering on away smothering in spells of a boundless dismay then sewing up into things of animated clay as nows and thens and ever whens keep keeping right on entangling
**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 selfing here swooning rhythmnic 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
**This is not the proper layout of this drawing; it is a very poor one, but the best I can do on this website. Allpoetry and FaceBook offers a much better layout
look’n ’round you in a hurry with no where to wanna go rubb’n here up ‘side the corner of this some body else’s store got your feet propp’d dere they way up in the air you lean’n back in the arms of some old milk crate chair and you looking just like all dis is what you own here cuss’n out at sump’n fuss’n it still inside’us unknown spread’n jes like it gone never be gone look at you sitt’n here nigguh and know’n you jes putt’n on actin jes like you whole and aint nevuh been torn bragg’n LOUD you soundin REAL bold ’bout how BIG it is you be when you down in the bottom of young tender lil’l pussy holes laughin ’cause uv what you won’t see in ev’ry thang !what this you doin! from out’ah all you come tuh be beggin here inside for some body won’t you !please! come wrap me here in this cover and tuck it in so it tight then turn me ovuh’n’ovuh so dat i warmin jes right “!but motherfucker dis a MAN!DIS’A’MAN! !all you see here’s STRONG! you keepon mess’n here wit’me jes like i doin sump’m WRONG! and ‘spose i caint stand to see who dis you say i come’n tuh be well tell’me dis motherfucker you so smart in duh head how come i still aint dead if this i doin be wrong what i been doin for so long”
and this . . . it must be a room but no walls they appear away there off yonder !up close all up around me!right here is there a door somewhere with a knob and a key and a light to turn on to make it so i can see who this somebody else other ‘sides the one i call me
so i just stay on like this ‘cause it easy to do keep everything it the same like how i been used to and just so long as it stay dark wont be no need that i see or that i worry ‘bout who running in here alone ‘side of me
there something else in here much older than the rest aloned it barely whispered through the plaque filled gaps of tobacco yellowed teeth and nothing is seldom said there no clear thoughts now left here in this head just shadows in syncopating motions !i hollar and it quickly rolled up in tiny crumbed morsels for making believe lulling me on wrapping voodoo charms all around up inside the muscles of my arms making me tir’d and my children and they children they too these hands my hands! they paddy-paddy cake patting on the tom-tom drum stuck here in the mud on the potter’s wheel spinning ‘round and ‘round trying to get theyself some-some dark eyes they shining they shining dulled frozen wide in the midst of thick africaned lips mumbled on in us fingers it in here caking the clay that it baking and more slowly it pouring on in this moulding again
by myself in this dark here inside of me too erasing me on like what they doing to you if just i could hit it one day like with my fist this a way !kill the mother fuckers! and make it all go away then might could find somebody then who be a somebody who just a little bit closer to a real me and you
why us holding the unfolding
here there this something in here it what i caint never see ‘cause there this some other else covering all over me and sometime!i wanna!
but i scared
there wont be nobody left
that everything here all around me just be another strange new like when i first brung over inside a boat with you
just be alone in here locked up inside in myself with nothing no where that i used to left
they spreadinged and swallowinged on in this low droning stare of who this who in here who for they selfing purpled grey splotchings aloninged wrinkling and drying on out on one another growinged hard too soon
welfaringed moments they chanting and caressing us all bleeding on through the veils of invisibled-ling faces running on out here all over us all
they spreadinged and swallowinged on in this low droning stare of who this who in here who for they selfing purpled grey splotchings aloninged wrinkling and drying on out on one another growinged hard too soon
me don’t me want me be loved want be me just me romance-inged
*parramore-inged-ing (like they aint no mo’ playing checkers no mo’)
ah ju’ah’ju’ah juuu ju Juuuuuuu ah ju’ah ju juuu JUUUUUuuuuuu . . . they dark faces wait’n ‘round when they use’ta be stand’n dere lean’n here sit’n stare-ing on inside veined browned yellowing eyes who in dey heads black mans who in dey heads jitterbugging ah ju’ah’ju’ah juuu ju Juuuuuuu ah ju’ah ju juuu JUUUUUuuuuuu . . . why do you look on walking so far-ring away here full-ling with what it farther-ring you on in the cover you warming but will not let you see ah ju’ah’ju’ah juuu ju Juuuuuuu ah ju’ah ju juuu JUUUUUuuuuuu . . .
arms on they alone-inged playing on in they hugging and all there is is this all there is
ah ju’ah’ju’ah juuu ju Juuuuuuu ah ju’ah ju juuu JUUUUUuuuuuu . . . corners they porches slowly there quickly no parking strolling on in they standing there standing waving out through they look’n nodded they nodding on nodd’n avenues ah ju’ah’ju’ah juuu ju Juuuuuuu ah ju’ah ju juuu JUUUUUuuuuuu . . . still hear this sump’n in’me feel’n jes’ caint i tell what it say still hear this sump’n in’me feel’n jes’ caint i tell what it say still hear this sump’n in’me feel’n jes’ caint i tell what it say duh rhyme it fake’n me out aint what be me this any way
still hear this sump’n in’me feel’n jes’ caint i tell what it say still hear this sump’n in’me feel’n jes’ caint i tell what it say still hear this sump’n in’me feel’n jes’ caint i tell what it say duh rhyme it fake’n me out aint what be me this any way aint what be me this any way aint what be me this any way aint what be me this any way ah ju’ah ju juuu JUUUUUuuuuuu . . .
*The heart-street of the oldest African American residential area in Orlando, Florida
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