now then in here wave-ing here when (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

if when is then
and then is when
and now is on and on
what then is now
what now is when
and when is ever then
and where in when and in what then
do stories we tell they all begin
and do they ever ever end
and what it is they all intend

now then in here wave-ing here when

in here i’m bound then for most never found
‘mongst a public litter that’s more renown
and this numbing i’m feeling in here when
keeps being spreading on out all over
dissipating your children aborting them now
raping us all on deeper mo’ deeper mo’ deeper
in the languishing retard of vicarious simulations
and you keeping on marching on just like you told
never minding ‘bout this something
you done’n’nicknamed it me

crowded in crowds you aloned aloning all alone
syncopated hallucinating in your own plastic arms
advertising patronizing emboldened perverse-nations
leeched you leaking on into a same one another
you wanting other but you scared you so scared!
of the feeling little left that you feeling it’s leaving
and you never ever ever make’it so you be seeing
what you wanting i’m always waiting in here waiting

but you keep on sucking on them-ed used sugar titties
cunningly consumed in the daunting consumption
of your own hypnotic and callous-ive consuming
you hallowing the hustlers desecrating your time
swelling your heads with masturbating rhymes
auctionating in palladiums of a popular clime
and you erasing me on mo’ furthering on away
smothering in spells of a boundless dismay
then sewing up into things of animated clay
as nows and thens and ever whens
keep keeping right on entangling

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 selfing
here swooning rhythmnic 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

**This is not the proper layout of this drawing; it is a very poor one, but the best
I can do on this website. Allpoetry and FaceBook offers a much better layout

‘hood’n (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

‘hood’n

look’n ’round you in a hurry
with no where to wanna go
rubb’n here up ‘side the corner
of this some body else’s store
got your feet propp’d dere
they way up in the air
you lean’n back in the arms
of some old milk crate chair
and you looking just like
all dis is what you own
here cuss’n out at sump’n fuss’n
it still inside’us unknown
spread’n jes like
it gone never be gone
look at you sitt’n here nigguh
and know’n you jes putt’n on
actin jes like you whole
and aint nevuh been torn
bragg’n LOUD you soundin REAL bold
’bout how BIG it is you be
when you down in the bottom
of young tender lil’l pussy holes
laughin ’cause uv what you won’t see
in ev’ry thang !what this you doin!
from out’ah all you come tuh be
beggin here inside
for some body won’t you !please!
come wrap me here in this cover
and tuck it in so it tight
then turn me ovuh’n’ovuh
so dat i warmin jes right
“!but motherfucker dis a MAN!DIS’A’MAN!
!all you see here’s STRONG!
you keepon mess’n here wit’me
jes like i doin sump’m WRONG!
and ‘spose i caint stand to see
who dis you say i come’n tuh be
well tell’me dis motherfucker
you so smart in duh head
how come i still aint dead
if this i doin be wrong
what i been doin for so long”

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

dissolving here inside this soliloquy (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

dissolving here inside this soliloquy

there something else in here
much older than the rest
aloned
it barely whispered
through the plaque filled gaps
of tobacco yellowed teeth
and nothing is seldom said
there no clear thoughts now
left here in this head
just shadows
in syncopating motions
!i hollar
and it quickly rolled up
in tiny crumbed morsels
for making believe
lulling me on
wrapping voodoo charms
all around up inside
the muscles of my arms
making me tir’d
and my children
and they children they too
these hands
my hands!
they paddy-paddy cake patting
on the tom-tom drum
stuck here in the mud
on the potter’s wheel
spinning ‘round and ‘round
trying to get theyself
some-some
dark eyes they shining
they shining dulled
frozen wide in the midst
of thick africaned lips mumbled on
in us fingers
it in here caking
the clay that it baking
and more slowly it pouring on
in this moulding again

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

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 engenderinged-ing . . .

water coloringed (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

water coloringed

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

parramore-inged-ing (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

aBsTrAcTiNg
DaLi StRaCtInG
dAlIStRaCtInGs

me don’t me want me be loved
want be me just me romance-inged

*parramore-inged-ing
(like they aint no mo’ playing checkers no mo’)

ah ju’ah’ju’ah juuu ju Juuuuuuu
ah ju’ah ju juuu JUUUUUuuuuuu . . .
they dark faces wait’n ‘round
when they use’ta be stand’n dere lean’n here sit’n
stare-ing on inside veined browned yellowing eyes
who in dey heads black mans
who in dey heads jitterbugging
ah ju’ah’ju’ah juuu ju Juuuuuuu
ah ju’ah ju juuu JUUUUUuuuuuu . . .
why do you look on walking
so far-ring away here
full-ling with what
it farther-ring you on
in the cover you warming
but will not let you see
ah ju’ah’ju’ah juuu ju Juuuuuuu
ah ju’ah ju juuu JUUUUUuuuuuu . . .

arms on they alone-inged
playing on in they hugging
and all there is
is this all there is

ah ju’ah’ju’ah juuu ju Juuuuuuu
ah ju’ah ju juuu JUUUUUuuuuuu . . .
corners they porches
slowly there quickly no parking
strolling on in they standing there standing
waving out through they look’n
nodded they nodding on nodd’n avenues
ah ju’ah’ju’ah juuu ju Juuuuuuu
ah ju’ah ju juuu JUUUUUuuuuuu . . .
still hear this sump’n in’me feel’n
jes’ caint i tell what it say
still hear this sump’n in’me feel’n
jes’ caint i tell what it say
still hear this sump’n in’me feel’n
jes’ caint i tell what it say
duh rhyme it fake’n me out
aint what be me this any way

still hear this sump’n in’me feel’n
jes’ caint i tell what it say
still hear this sump’n in’me feel’n
jes’ caint i tell what it say
still hear this sump’n in’me feel’n
jes’ caint i tell what it say
duh rhyme it fake’n me out
aint what be me this any way
aint what be me this any way
aint what be me this any way
aint what be me this any way
ah ju’ah ju juuu JUUUUUuuuuuu . . .

*The heart-street of the oldest African American
residential area in Orlando, Florida

paste-tings paste-ting paste-tings (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

paste-tings paste-ting paste-tings

the laughing
is posturingly looking
at the fear crawling here in our faces
formulating these few visceralizings
so make it being just like “we all this!”
like they all be world synergizings

we strutt’n ’round n ’round here tweetering
in barren arrogationings swelling
greedily ravishing our bleeding tail
in depravening cogitationing swallowings
of the long bony malversationing arms
in this bemusingly numbing
serpentine-ing be-ruse-ing

so tediously we choreographing desperating
to smearing hands cheering in public ejaculationings
we hypnotically wallowing and rolling on up
in this festering debauching seductively spawning
in the pixellating tongue-ings of our m-oxy-morons

dry mouths are drying exacerbating carnivoring
just cofflying so ever so correctlying
we acting just like all this it aint even being so
sanctifying the longing of our wanton groan
we’re wonderings here in wanderings
ducking in and out each one another’s clones
crashing into ourselves just becausing
becausing because we unknowns

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