today i noticed
i
people who never allowed
themselves to grow skin
find paper cuts trifling and trivial.
ii
so much pain
I can’t even remember
tendons, muscles,
arteries, or my own skin.
and here comes the old guard,
champagne glasses in hand
ready to stand up and testify
to the obligations of being
“drunk walkers”
protecting my rights
to enjoy being
mindlessly out of control
in neighbourhoods where White folks
shiver visions of our Apocalyptic lives...
through their own myopic
vases of wilted Physostegia Virginiana.
Still, now, Aunt Barbara grafts
my plasma and ephemera
to meaty algorithms.
Be joyful, she whispers
to my squishy grape eyes,
Lift your glass. LIVE!!!
iii
my son said:
"the colour yellow makes me want to throw up."
brown people are icky-sticky."
neatly folded paper
shopping bags,
pressed evening primroses,
single malt scotch
honey combs in clear
jars, Chilean chardonnay,
Catopsila Argante Phoebis
dry tender your wings
release.
add
the books,
the word,
the stories. never swirl
the flesh around love. is
organic.
iv
consensual reality.
Forever and now
Babby was Snow White
who else would we have
chosen? light, lovely
happy, we are . Artful
Dodgers and reptiles
cleaning this sacred
ground. churning
exits tunnels
and dreaming.
“I saw Grandmother drunk once.,
after great grandmother's funeral.
and then, weird. Uncle Brian
came back to my dorm room
and smoked all of my friends up.”
screaming and screaming and
screaming laughter now
today i noticed
a boy - enwombed by his father -
roller blades into peace
despite screaming and screaming
and screaming the happenstance
of my deadly discovery.
every flesh memory
transcends.
the hullabaloo
my mother never tells me
people die. like her best
friend. doesn’t want a witness.
people who never allowed
themselves to grow skin
find paper cuts trifling and trivial.
ii
so much pain
I can’t even remember
tendons, muscles,
arteries, or my own skin.
and here comes the old guard,
champagne glasses in hand
ready to stand up and testify
to the obligations of being
“drunk walkers”
protecting my rights
to enjoy being
mindlessly out of control
in neighbourhoods where White folks
shiver visions of our Apocalyptic lives...
through their own myopic
vases of wilted Physostegia Virginiana.
Still, now, Aunt Barbara grafts
my plasma and ephemera
to meaty algorithms.
Be joyful, she whispers
to my squishy grape eyes,
Lift your glass. LIVE!!!
iii
my son said:
"the colour yellow makes me want to throw up."
brown people are icky-sticky."
neatly folded paper
shopping bags,
pressed evening primroses,
single malt scotch
honey combs in clear
jars, Chilean chardonnay,
Catopsila Argante Phoebis
dry tender your wings
release.
add
the books,
the word,
the stories. never swirl
the flesh around love. is
organic.
iv
consensual reality.
Forever and now
Babby was Snow White
who else would we have
chosen? light, lovely
happy, we are . Artful
Dodgers and reptiles
cleaning this sacred
ground. churning
exits tunnels
and dreaming.
“I saw Grandmother drunk once.,
after great grandmother's funeral.
and then, weird. Uncle Brian
came back to my dorm room
and smoked all of my friends up.”
screaming and screaming and
screaming laughter now
today i noticed
a boy - enwombed by his father -
roller blades into peace
despite screaming and screaming
and screaming the happenstance
of my deadly discovery.
every flesh memory
transcends.
the hullabaloo
my mother never tells me
people die. like her best
friend. doesn’t want a witness.
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