woman on in’hur way
an’hur here sitting there standing tall
lean’n over in’ur front door
where’ur at some where
in the hollow of’ur arms
runn’n ‘round’n’round in’ur head
hur here in there on’ur knees
in hur abandoning underground
begging scared in hur softly spill’n
cussing and crudely drifting on
eyes closed down feel’n ‘round
try’n’tuh see’ur self found
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always almosting
(and with my hem hanging down right here ‘fore your eyes)
my ears
they waxing closed
in stubborned worn inflated laughter
and hearkeninged dull prostrating eyes
flaunted in my flowered stride
wilting on inside this vacant abide
where in that i hide
how many embracings
have i wandering through
and wallowing in wallowings on wanton fingers
plundering in all around
nearing for my womb
and keep me spreaded reaching
spreading open in welcoming postures
for so to keep it going on
aloned.
and i aloning aloned
posing in practiced embrouchures rehearsing
en-stirring tiny fading ripples in memories of when
and what could all i might’ve had
if now was just’ve been then
and i fatefully caressing
in the numbing moments of my flare
making just like it lost here in a corner some where
it spilling on my Lord
it spilling on and on!
in on through my hand
on again and again and again and again
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en-wish-en
wove-ing softly in close up underneath
the blued maternaled dripping
of your longed dark nippled breasts
“-syl-la-bate’n-at-that-
-this-you-some-body-other-self-!” . . .
mumbling on through them soliloquies born
‘fore in ‘cross that passage on
and then on and on and on and on
and now on through you
in naked scared unguarded moments
longing for where you wandering
in brown trespassing eyes
with thick laden hands
too fulled to behold . . .-ding
your long praying fingers en-palming
them done forbidden things there warming
in amen amen en-tangling
waiting there stirring in syrup brown sugar ways
who they aint never caint never turned cold
you holding on to there to you holding on
pretending in sometimes ‘hind Sapphire-ing wigs
in a dimming purpled dimmed en-swallowing
your dark plum lips impounding your bosom
in hushed protesting vows
on and on O Lord and on and on
in this as you is been
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impoverishing-d
brown
squatt’n down
loose dark dirt
in here where they left
to wait here near to behold
sundown peopling is the potion
it filling this mould
with children
rolled rolling on up
on into they self
inside in here
where it they using
one spoon it spilled
and’it spilling on
into many flatteninged bowls
who they fulling
on this what it done
in a store some where
by they self all alone
baggy pants fall’n down
with’ah gun in they hand
scared in there like they mean
still playing dare by they self
with this some body else
that who they never ever seen
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waiting and tomorrowing
(they’re pregnant with eternal costings)
everything’s always conjugating
conjugating conjugations
synergizing synergizings
with all other things
entangling on enfolding unfolding
in a boundless caressing beholding . . .
but you looking at all of us here
how we’re clotting-up stress’n
hollowing inside this echoing gloom
down here underneath this bottom line
of our own obsessing orchestrating
“so why am i seeing me willingly not seeing
this smattering splashing here who’s we
swallowing us all in corrosive bellyings
of our cold and lonelying manic-erous !me!”
imploding!! we wallowing on in the ruse
of our serpentine-ing midnight rouges
rolling vitiationing souls for tabloid news
and surging swirling dirgings of the blues
running faster’n’faster!! no slowing down
falling down falling down falling down
shooting our selves up in snorting it all
vicariously marching on loudly fringing
desperately transmorphing our selves
absconding on inside the schisms
of roguish legislations in between
as we’re rapidly invisibilizing
on here in our own
self excusing recusing
“but if i spread my wings and fly
whom will i touch and who will touch me
what will i do and what will be done to me”
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BOOjuuing
root woman root woman
root woman root woman
go where you looking around
for sump’n lost inside your head
you picking there off the ground
and put it rub it on your bosom
anything that you find
then you gone you ‘til you when
you coming this way again
root woman root woman
root woman root woman
sifting dirt in your hands
got no cane there bent down low
what can you do for a man
knotty hair kinked on your head
black dirty feet in the sand
what the good is there about you
here i caint understand
root woman root woman
root woman root woman
finding what it you see
how come your eyes why they never
dont they look here at me
aint there sump’n for your hands
who sit’n here in this chair
so what the matter dont you dig
way up on in here somewhere
root woman root woman
root woman root woman
there just like you aint seen
acting strange you left along
so make it seem like you mean
but like the rest just by yourself
somewhere along in a dream
there spinning ‘round inside your head
in here where like you aint seen
root woman root woman
root woman root woman
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in closing
(last letter from Mama)
the words were simple
stumbling through the strokened mumblings
of someone whose life had been spent
in the loneliness of unwanted places
and the bitter taste of something surrendered
and lost in years of unanswered giving
sitting there waiting in a room
a long way from where she was born
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entitling emptying-ness
we all !SCREAMING! quietlying !!SO LOUD!!
selfishly shamming inside our pretending
desperately wander’n grabbing !SO SCARED!
holding on to those louder somebodies else-ing
public booty shaking’s our coffling shuffle
in closets coming out in every which’a way
better always watching where you walking
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 ‘round frantically fantasizing
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
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entitling emptying-ness
here silently screaming so loudlying
pretending inside this pretending
grabbing we so scared holding on
to another louder-ing somebody else-ing
funky booty shaking’s our coffling shuffle
in closets opening-up every whicha way
you better be watching your stepping
where what whom you woo-ing when
serpentining in this omniverous serializing
with our mathematizing self-imperializing
rusing on we boastfully fusing on using it
for actualizing our absurding fantasizing
we beseiging ourselves in words impounding
robotically retarding in vain convolutionings
deluding in illusionings of our wilting cliches
ingurgitating we legislating a hollowing abode
and we all mesmerizing in this synergizing
spinning with our mouths so camouflaging it all
wanting busily waiting for another decadencing
so we aint see’n us here all imploding us all
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en-clevering decadencing
splashings loudly bodaciously bodacious
loquaciously splatterings in the pupil-ling of our eyes
hooching things hazing synthesizing fantasizings
paralyzing socializing with infantizing mesmerizing
resonating burrowers here sucking on in our wallowings
who they just our aloning soliloquys begging for enfleshing
spinning making so like us aint doing what’us doing
us wrapping up in the charmings of our potionings
wantonly colding on the face of a numbing retarding
snorting the whims of transgendering enthrallings
squandering on in this scattering en-folding
worshipping bloodsucking hustlers mogulizing
mobilizing in-visible-lizing with visiblizing
amen-ing rationalising in a marching disregarding
canonizing this libation us keeping coming on around
drama-tizing its’ anthems as salvation for us all
here bragg’n ’bout how’us swagg’n like’us spose’n
aint no mattering ’bout druming the rhyming
or however else us syncing this sloshing in our heads
us just all in here seeing one another
as some what-ever who-ever else-ing instead
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