“waving here functioninged . . .” (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

i need ’n’tuh be
bump’n into sump’n
here real hard ’uh’nuff
so i know’n which one
uv dese heah in here dat i is
‘cause just here being seen
it aint’uh’nuff

“waving here
functioninged
in dis-pretending”

i jes here try’n’tuh
making muh’self ’n’i do’n
my wig it glued on tight
my head it cocked just right
wit’ any thang what dat i
git’n on muh hands on to
strut’n here ‘mongst you all
just like’i doing what i might
for so’s to making me look’n like
i all dat who dat-ting!
i tell’n you all every thing
that i never aint saying
and i aint e’ben know’n
what dat who’dat’i aint-ing
i rubb’n my hips with yo’ eyes
while the preacher he praying
and i sit’n here standing
here lean’n over here look’n
us masturbating me on
in little show flirting ways
while all the while-ing at me here
while i’m look’n
for might some body they com
with iron pumping loins
run’n ‘round acting
just like i in here
doing some body sump’n
throw’n dey bodies down HARD!
on the ribs of my bones
‘sides wait’n all duh time
fuh ‘cause’i wait’n all duh time
i dig’n my nails down deep
in the eyes uv’us all
i beat’n muh fist ‘gainst muh chest
up side muh head pump’n STRONG
in’ah low mo low humpinged sound
in’ah low mo low humpinged sound
DE’DOOOM DOOM DE’DOOM
DOOM DOOM DOOOM
i try’n’tuh feel mo’ which’uh one
DE’DOOOM DOOM DE’DOOM
DOOM DOOM DOOOM
i try’n feel mo’ which’uh one
DE’DOOOM DOOM DE’DOOM
DOOM DOOM DOOOM
uv dese who here dat’i is
DE’DOOOM DOOM DE’DOOM
DOOM DOOM DOOOM
uv dese who dat’i is
dat’i is
dat’i is
dat’i is

shaking in our own booty . . . (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

shaking in our own booty shaking
(this all seems warming
as we’re spinning to conceal )

now we’re here surrendering
surrendering on in this then
and us screaming so loudly
we aint even hearing
us here surrendering then

blatantly we’re wantonly raping ourselves
ensconcing in colding puppeteering arms
of our public auctionationing ‘jaculations
!so howcome it is we aint come-ing!

and we keeping on pretending
like as we’re all we’re just pretendings
at being what we’re pretending
that we ain’t wanting
this what’us wanna gone be
wallowing over and over
in this darkening light
of brass mas-tur-ra-bationing mimes
in line behind our own hypnotic rimes
so making just like “it aint so really so”
how we’re all swallowing swallowings
of our own mis-er-rationings of us

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

round delta brown . . . (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

round delta brown down low downinged!AINT’CHUH BOY!
(slaved masteringed slaves enslavened)

*sssh she’boom she’boom she’boom she’boom sssh
*she’boom she’boom she’boom she’boom sssh
sugar plummed lips who once they thickening
in the blued blue hone-ing of humming drummm sung
now they humping humped humping on the run
blued blue blue-ing Atlanta GA “down low-inged”
desperating desperation perpetrating in the frown
perpetrating in the frown of big eyes brown
dis’n man to man delusioning on dis’allusion-inged
on the top of the bottom down behind up under-the-neath
in one on one on the other down there up under the other
crossed cunningly crossed crossing over
in the swaggering bubble gummed on the soles
of new brand new baby Air blues $300 tennis shoes
*DOOOM DOOOM DOOOM SHE’DOOOM ssssh “aint’chuh boy”
blackened paled blackening impale-inged on
ghetto-ed coloring synthesized synthesizing
sucked in the halls of suburban town thighs
splatteringed on in mo’ thuh further lowed downinged
master’n’slave en-amour-ed on en-amouring
in the swaddling arms of us humming drum sound

*refrains from here to the end of this tonal drawing
Copyright © 2003 Asili Ya Nadhiri

why us holding the unfolding (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

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

in here . . . (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

in here . . .

in here there is
no thing i see
all everything
the same to me
no shadows here
made by this face
one dream it sold
for me to chase
in tennis shoes
with lives they laced
in here inside
inside this place

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

JAMAICAN SUITE-TING . . . (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

JAMAICAN SUITE-TING
(for Jean Toomer in Brooklyn)

the drumming it forgotten
in rhyming rhythm-d refrains
sorcering-d tongues de-juice-ing the cane
over turn’n-d in de palms
of slicken-d slaved hands
the cane in here de-juice-ing-d
in rhyming rhythm-d refrains

the big white house
still on me back it be
me head it holding it down
inside where under-the-neath
i herding me in here with shuffling hands
me drowning me in my lap
with my mis-forgot african

dark legs get they strong
through in slow dancing the sung
en-trancing-d ‘round in things
‘bout me i dont understand
i burying-d here in this fleshing-d
of my mis-forgot african

warm sugah cane . . . (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

warm sugah cane
coming here going
gone-ing in the going-d
(for Jean Toomer)

gone on away going
to coming on away back from right here
de-juiced cane sugar de-juicing
treading with crippled longed legs here crippling
in the rhythmninged drouth
of watering brown eyes here watered on

grey mornings spoon dey moanings
in the autumned lap of this nooning
hypnotic caned breakings strolled strolling on
like’us knowing what it they knowd
running back to on away from right here

APOS-TOLL-LICKING-D (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

APOS-TOLL-LICKING-D
(standing in here runn’n ’round in the spinning)

BOY’UMMM BA
BOY’UMMM BA
diii’de diii’de diii’de
diii’de diii’de diii’de
diii’de diii’de diii’de
diii’de diii’de diii’de
i is the one
from us who is come
for so to be done
to be done the undone-d
BOY’UMMM BA
BOY’UMMM BA
diii’de diii’de diii’de
diii’de diii’de diii’de
now bear you witness to the signs
to all the ones you gonna see
’cause there aint no other way
that can it never gone be
‘cept it be foretold
in here by by me
BOY’UMMM BA
BOY’UMMM BA
diii’de diii’de diii’de
diii’de diii’de diii’de
diii’de diii’de diii’de
diii’de diii’de diii’de
so keep your eyes up here
where be the camera’s on me!
gone us gone be no more pretending
like us been here now before
diii’de diii’de diii’de diii’de diii’de
diii’de diii’de diii’de diii’de diii’de
diii’de diii’de diii’de diii’de diii’de
diii’de diii’de diii’de diii’de diii’de
jes bounce your arms they up
with your palms they down
nod your head and go
DOOMMMMMMM DE DOOMP DOOMP
DOOM DOOM DOOMMM DE DOMP
DOOMMMMMMM DE DOOMP DOOMP
DOOM DOOM DOOMMM DE DOMP

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