the deathing of a african queen (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

in the wake of what she never done
her children came added
one by one
muted notes rolled
from brown trumpet horns
promised dreams for her
that they always never born

the deathing of a african queen

her standing there by herself
in a long Africa gown
caressing in a hunger
swelling softly on inside her
in the kitchen sitting down
her done forgot

her keep going to dark men
who they pleasing in her
standing there on her knees
begging for they help
wishing for something in herself
that her scared it aint so
and this howcome her stomach all big
and all poke out again

her in the hall by herself
in a room full of people
her done asked would they come
talking ‘bout how her practicing
how her gone write down her name
her sitting here her close beside me
wrapping up in words
they not her own

her somewhere in the dark
squatting down in her arms
fingering there on the edge
of where the others they come
holding on to her children
they drowning one by one
alone in the memory
of what it never was done

water coloringed . . . (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

water coloringed
(splashing)

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

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

mazinged (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

mazinged
(mazing-duh in thuh Canterburying-duh*)

in a slow low mo’ humping sound     go man you step you in to
some where-ing-duh in’us head       where you be there you man
turning over’n’over                            slow walk you on in you to
in a masturbating rhyme                  where be you there you man
syncopating marching                      and talk you talk on you talk                                      to a synthesizing time                        like where you there you man
in a slow low mo’humping sound     walking there where you too
just like you there you man
formed us warm born delta brown’s   go man you step you in to
hardly wander’n ‘round amongst’us   where you be there you man
found here and there bound                slow walk you on in you to
way down underground                    where be you there you man
in a slow low mo’ humping sound     and talk you talk on you talk
some where-ing-duh in’us head       like where you there you man
turning over’n’over                           walking there where you too
in a masturbating rhyme                  just like you there you man
syncopating marching                      go man you step you in to
to a synthesizing time                    where you be there you man
in a slow low mo’humping sound     slow walk you on in you to
where be you there you man
us strangers here staring                  and talk you talk on you talk
running out at us selves                   like where you there you man
crashing on into                               walking there where you too
on into one another                         just like you there you man
scattering on narrowing dirt paths   walking there where you too
in a slow low mo’humping sound      just like you there you man
some where-ing-duh in’us head       go man you step you in to
turning over’n’over                            where you be there you man
in a masturbating rhyme                  slow walk you on in you to
syncopating marching                      where be you there you man
to a synthesizing time              and talk you talk on you talk
in a slow low mo’humping sound     like where you there you man
in a slow low mo’humping sound     like where you there you man
like where you there you man

*Canterbury is an extremely impoverished
“ghetto” in Mantego Bay, Jamaica.

mathematizing

mathematizing

our enslavement
to logic lulls us
with a deceptive
security predicated
on our sacred belief
that its description
of the creation is so
very nearly “1 t0 1”
in correspondence
that all phenomena
are obliged to adhere
to its mechanical
predictions and the
fondling massaging it
affords us with the
swollen and desperate
pettiness of proclaiming
“I WIN!“

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

drowning on in themm’d themmings

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 their 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
invisiblizingly-ing invisiblizing
babbling mesmerizing mesmerizers
so ’cause all we all is just themms

atlantic mooring (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

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

obediently 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 your sway
pronouncing on and on of this cosmic way

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 . . .

this drumm i beating on me . . . (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

borned bound i borned
and bound again
then i borning borned
re-bound again

this drumm i beating on me
(for Bud Powell)

strolling wandered ‘round this
feeling for where sump’n that it warm
dimming moist repensive eyes
staring here over there
reaching at one another
‘cross soft woodening faces
burnt burning cold

but this some thing in here
that it trying to keep on wombing
swelling all up in me
that this dark swollen hold
that undulating my soul
and perpetrating this mould
this thing what it give me this cover
making me making me made
too numb to dare

hands they with no fingers
reaching out of they bones
fulling white rings smeared
‘round dark hungry mouths
who they running and running
from they running and running
and running and running
they nursing and nursing the fearing-d-ing
what onto that that they held
that they holding on
snacked-on here eating
in swallowing undergrounds

grounding me down (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

grounding me down

look at me in here
at this i doing right now
i’m waiting here inside
for something else it appear
and gone seem like it near
to this make believe
what playing here in my ear
i running back and forth
when there’s no what for
staring there inside
every go by passing car
just parade’n here strutt’n
so ’cause you then seeing me
all by myself wrapped up
in how i making like it be
cocking my head
it looking side to side
hyponotizing what i realizing
so this here that i show
be what i say to claim
that it all i have to know
and all i have to b’lieve
i ever gone need
and so long as everything
seem like i make it seem
it like i make it be
so like it really so

it like i make it seem
just like it really so

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the deathing of a african queen (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

water coloringed . . . (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

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

mazinged (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

mathematizing

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

atlantic mooring (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

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

this drumm i beating on me . . . (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

grounding me down (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)