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

en-caverning-d on . . . (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

en-caverning-d on
in the des-surrecting-d rhythmning . . .

these shadows
they claiming no bodies
swallowinged on into
this other some other they else-inged

mama she daddy she aint’ting
aint this how coming so he
i caint—ting
“but i can ball! O LORD
!i can ball!”

too scared i so to try
no look passing in the dark
in long drawn low
soft echo-ing tones
so dat i dont never lose

abandoned i here abandoning on
in the numbing numbed hollowing
of us humming drummm sung
DOOM DE DOMP DOOOOM
DE DOMP DOMP DOOOOM DE DOMP DOOOOM
DOOM DE DOMP DOOOOM
DE DOMP DOMP DOOOOM DE DOMP DOOOOM
DOOM DE DOMP DOOOOM
DE DOMP DOMP DOOOOM DE DOMP DOOOOM
DOOM DE DOMP DOOOOM
DE DOMP DOMP DOOOOM DE DOMP DOOOOM[audio

BOOjuuing (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

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

the numbing (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

these few little row houses
they so small
and all stack up in here
on top’uh one another
that even when i home
i was always here next door
and going to school when i did
smelling just like
somebody else’s last night pee
then after while
my nose it done forgot
and everything here it all started smelling
it smelling just like it me

the numbing

everything in here changing
just like it always staying the same
and it keep on rubbing
and rubbing all close all up against you
slow grinding
up around you like this
‘til then you just dont feel it no more
when long ‘fore it known
all the what you ever wanted be gone
and everything here it all be seeming
it seeming just like it you

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

themm drowning on in themm’d rivers

them dark themms unfolding out of this womb
there pompously adorning anxiously ignoring
oraclar drummings warning of proverbial sins
they perpetrating so libating their thrones
with all themm’d themms they offering then
to emigrant hands of coveting themms
who meandering on out from themms when
wraping up in reptilian masquerades
callously moulding and boldly spilling on
through infectious veins of its styling in
vicarious preserves spreading all everywhere
“dis aint personal it’s just business!
‘cause market matrixation my peoples
it aint never no sin!”
now is you feeling you there then!
“we fenestrating legacy venders just like you!
squat’n in here some where pretending too
‘hind this scared what’us hide’n inside
pimp’n depravationing hustlers as heroic dons
snorting slow low mo’ mo’ humping sounds
who weaving vex’n echoes with emptying arms
and piss’n in the halls of conventional bounds
chromatically synthesizing robotic mimes
with whining bags full of make believing times
so swaddling in the blues like themm themms”
now is you feeling me here then!
and this ever deepening invasive fingering
is enthralling us all inside the darkness
of our own swallowing invisibilizing
’cause all we all is just themms

the deathing of 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

prisms (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

prisms

thuh man sitting somewhere
there in a room full of broken rhymes
his eyes blaring slowly staining red
echoes leaning ‘gainst duh side of his vision
a moment shifting lone through his head

random tracks of sleepwalkers colliding
laying here on melting snow
brown coloring the moment of each sound
laughter ‘cross the beggar’s pain

circles moving
close kin to one another
longing ‘cross a distance
honed close to ah edge

smooth muscles poised
becoming smooth curves soft
silently waiting in silk
paternal urges here slowly led away
blending in a round bubbular world

fear surrounding and pulling
moulding mystical suasions
doled out at vicarious occasions
in stone blurred forms
colored live ‘cause of flesh

Fannin in Duh ShadeUv “Tha Big Appul” (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

Fannin in Da Shade uv “Tha Big Appul”

Mercy line marched toward da shiny lights,
spun in tha web of ah mythical suasion.
sucked and gnawd in fodder holes,
bonded echos on ah frosted ledge
rumage raw meat in beggard clothes
–prayin fa rain and chewin da stares . . .
“Loooord God hab !mer’cy!”
come tha scream in da voice of each sale

Hab Mercy !Lord! (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

Hab Mercy !Lord!

meny da nights I’m woke’n up sweat’n
ba sump’n ride’n here on my back
when I down deah in da field here choppin
I’m can feel’n’it dere on’muh back—
e’ben ride inta town deah wit’me
when I lay’n my hoe down tuh rest
den Sunday it come
ol Rebb’n Jones he dere bustin out he collar
wit sweat runnin all down he jaws
‘cause he callin on duh Lord so hard!
den Sister Ella gits tuh hummin
n’uh talkin tuh da Lord
n ‘fo ya know’n’it
da whol congregatin dun catch dis thang
spreadin like’a fy’ah in uh ol dry field—
eben da pretty lil school teacher dere pat’n hur feets
Lord, us jesta screamin’n’uh stompin’n’uh shout’n so hard
sit da whole place thumpin like one big foot—
us dere fight’n n scratch’n us-self all ta death
tryin tuh break’a loose uh dis thang
but it joy grippin down so strong!
Lord! it jest stab’n plum down tuh duh bone—
aim’n tuh ride like dis ‘til duh kingdom come

wandering here in this dark . . . (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

wandering here in this dark
where it eating up the light
(for Ralph Ellison)

i hear no words
but these that mine
mouths open they wide
they make no sound
where my hands is they bound
i cannot find
in the bottles and cans
throwd here on the ground

who’s in this bag
what i totes for me
howcome me when they cut
they always see
something bleeding in here
that it never is me
aint i this shadow i supposed to be
dear god can you ever gone deliver me!
from inside here
where i’m supposed to be

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