entropy-nate’n syncopate’n . . . (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

entropy-nate’n syncopate’n
(aint no body aint they feel’n
what is it is dat is dey feel’n)

shaking rainbowed colored asses

all up they is in all the faces

con-juring mixed con-jur-red mixing

there fingering here

in all the places begging

tongues waggling up

they on the stages

wet poot’n louder fart’n louder

fart’n louder fart’n louder!

fart’n louder!! fart’n louder!!!

strategizing hypnotizing

abortionating paralysing

desperating desperations

perpetrating perpetrations

impersonated flatulations

inflation-nate-ting personations

distorted ego ‘xaggerations

filled fulling fulled

of yesterdays

of yesterdays’ invaginations

dull shining canned mastur-ra-bations

engenderinged-ing

pronominals profoundly bound

sancti-fi-sighing ‘side the sound

that sanctified here humping ‘round

harry pottered elaborations

juvenilla fabrications

increasing in the crouch

of wall streeted perver-se-nations

us simulating emulations emulating simulations

snapping fingers auctionating

trying to sign on time

shuffling lips kaleidoscoping

so make the motherfuckers rhyme

shaking rainbowed colored asses

all up they is in all the faces

con-juring mixed con-jur-red mixing

there fingering here

in all the places begging

tongues waggling up

they on the stages

wet poot’n louder fart’n louder

fart’n louder fart’n louder!

fart’n louder!! fart’n louder!!!

strategizing hypnotizing

abortionating paralysing

desperating desperations

perpetrating perpetrations

impersonated flatulations

inflation-nate-ting personations

distorted ego ‘xaggerations

filled fulling fulled

of yesterdays

of yesterdays’ invaginations

dull shining canned mastur-ra-bations

engenderinged-ing

engenderinged-ing . . .

the pimping . . . (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

where i in here is i found
bound down to the sound
of the words that i rhyme
they be of all any kind
i wrapping up in the ghosts
strolling here in my mind
and i talking back to somebody
when nothing nobody said
just like this somebody else
gone have a message for myself
i standing out here
just like i waiting
for me to come showing up
from somewhere

*the pimping
(is the dark it warming
when it conceals)

and i swallowing me up
on further on down
the short narrowing throat
of this damp hairy womb
i grabbing on to the thighs
with my begging brown eyes
fondling me softly
with dried wrinkled hands
to the syncopated mumblings
of orgasmic quicksands
and this here’s how i is
and how i say i wanna be
covering up under things
i been learn to wanna see
numbing here in this body
not knowing what it ‘sposed to be
i scared about this here somebody
who i dont want
to call it me

the dark rooming (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

the dark rooming

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

what who is this that i being (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

“i’ve lost the way
of what there’s left
of me that i brung
in them ship how i come
in this room it dark
caint see where my face
caint tell who this is
caint find where this place
how far is i from
this here where i come
how long i must go
‘fore will i never gon know”

what who is this that i being

who is this i say’n is me
the one outside through whom i see’n
or somebody else i wish’n i am
what’s this i feeling i cannot see
this hole it here inside of me
is i the fault for what i being
or this scared wrapp’n here
around my knees
and what can i supposing to do
if nobody see’n nobody in here
not even me
who dat gon come and rub me warm
when there aint no yesterday
so how come it i always have’n to cry
why come it never nobody else ‘sides me
who’s the one that supposed to die

intussusception-ninged-ing . . . (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

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

waiting and tomorrow . . . (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

waiting and tomorrow
(are pregnant with eternal costs)

everything else is always
wantingly conjugating conjugations
hungrily synergizing synergizings
embracing in a boundless beholding
mutually enfolding unfolding on
in with all the other things
. . . and we’re here wantonly aloning
burrowing up under some bottom line
of our own obsessing orchestrating
and imploding wallowing here
so busily serpentine-ing in the ruse
of all our purpled red midnight rougings
rolling vitiationinged souls in tabloid news
and surging swirling dirgings of the blues
scrolling faster’n’faster’n’faster’n’faster!!
shooting up snorting smoking it all
try’n to make like this aint what it seeming
and pretending so vulgarly loud!dinning
vicariously dancing marchinged on
desperately transmorphing our selves
absconding on inside the schisms
of serially perversive legislationings
we’re desperately hustling in between
and coffling on in the corrosive arms of
our own self deluding excusings
as we’re rapidly erasing ourselves
“but if i spread my wings and fly
which whom will i touch
and which one will touch me
what then will i do and
then what will be done to me”

drowning on in themm’d themmings . . . (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

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

humani-vore-ing (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

humani-vore-ing

“so what’s wrong with you now!”
dis gnaw’n on’me! dat’s what’s wrong
“no way you’re just imagining things!”
i aint imagining a goddamn thing!
“all right then where’s your proof! huh!”
LOOK!!!I’M ALREADY BLEED’N!!!
“Yeah! it’s because of what you’re doing wrong!”
‘cause of what !I’M! doing wrong!
“nobody else here’s complaining ‘bout bleeding
so what else can it be! but i’ll tell you what . . .
if you’ll just calm down and act more civilized
i’ll tell you exactly what you need to be doing”
and who in the hell you ‘spose to be!
“the one you need to be listening to right now!
anyway . . . early somewhere in the morning
when you standing there in the mirror”
how a body be stand’n in a damn mirror!
“listen! . . . you just be telling the rest of us
what you’re feeling like you’re seeing”
‘spose i say’n i aint see’n nothing
aint no body else gon be there
so how you gon know if i’m lying!
“what do you think we all be saying then
‘bout what we’re feeling like we’re seeing
when we’re standing there too
nothing!!!nothing!!!nothing!!!
because you caint be saying nothing
about nothing except nothing! . . .
now aint you got some damn nerve
here acting all out in our pretending
whining loud invisiblizing like all us all
running scared lubricating hallucinating
try’n to hide here in behind
all this seeming that we’re doing
Just Who In The Hell Do Think You Are!”

em-spiralling-ning (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

em-spiralling-ning

desperationings in twirlling confoundings
emswallowing here in bort colding Oms
swirling’round disconsolationing on
spawning in lonely catacombs
pretending they’re homes
who always never done
we ever spinning on
in aloning in um
inside an un
on down
in our
me’
n

every body we all entitling . . . (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

every body we all entitling
in our own decadencing

—welfare-inged moments
they chanting and caressing us all
bleeding on through the veils of invisibled-ling faces
running on out here all over us all
splashings loudly bodaciously so afraid-ing
loquaciously splatterings in the pupil-ling of our eyes
hooching things hazing synthesizing fantasizings
paralyzing socializing with infantizing mesmerizing—

we all !!SCREAMING!!quietlyingSO LOUDLY
selfishly shamming inside this pretending
desperately wander’n grabbing!SO SCARED!
holding on to those louder some bodies else-ing

public booty shaking’s our coffling shuffle
in closets coming out in every which’a way
better always watching where you stepping
and what whom you woo-ing here when

and beseiging ourselves in words impounding
serpentining cliches rapaciously serializing
with our mathematizing self- imperializing
ingurgitate’n we legislating a vulturine abode

running all around frantically hallucina-tizing
obsessing over power with such tiny lil ’l hands
probates unbeholding in this boundless expanse
and we’re all just random custodial guests

here mesmerizing in this bale synergizing
spinning with our mouths camouflaging it all
anxiously waiting for another decadencing
so aint seeing how we all imploding 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—

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