April 2012
73 posts
persona non grata
(It hurts for us,
Reflecting back upon the harm
Done to black folk’s humanity)
Lázaro Ros emerges
From internet radio, has
Afrekete all in his voice
And we cringe
In the discomforting skins
Of our own non-customs;
Invoked into anger & shame,
By 4 centuries of embarrassment,
We turn down the volume
(We all lie to ourselves, but
Only when there’s been genocide do
The lies linger between...
africadabra (part 2)
ancestors build up in the lungs
becoming daylight in the body
we stir softly from a deeper sleep
aroused by life and love and innate neters;
we stretch & we yawn - the breath pushes
itself up from our throats with the size of
a huron’s egg / the head of the sphinx inside.
breath rolls from the mouth pushed
by khephra’s tiny feet / guarding a quiet
that keeps no secrets.
this is the...
Stele #3
STELE #3
there aint much mortar
binding my memories,
just the labored breath
as some cosmic cairn marking
the “x”
where
my civilization should be…
these indecipherable black words -
broken’d glyphs scrawled against
ancestral walls; the building blocks
of reconstructed african american myth -
irradiant ruins, warm and equaled - not
a single ounce of mortar, just
blood and spit, a bit...
upfromsumdirt: up from some dirt like a peer,... →
upfromsumdirt:
its an equation of sangoma-metrics the way the red, white
& blue wires criss-cross, becoming ligaments of spine. cut
the wrong one then it’s ‘kaboom!’ you’ve just made a mushroom
crowd: Olorun & every ancestor quietly detonating, (as is always
the case with america’s…
upfromsumdirt: rainbow excrement (aka - egun ex... →
upfromsumdirt:
fortunately,
for us, your thighs
are too thin to bear
the weight of
this poem / my words
have never been ones to
believe in brevity for
the sake of themselves
all the bowels
break inside every
single sentence:
swaybacked similes with
bleak…
“-a-
a metaphysical machine, my mechanicals
have come undone… black, greasy...”
– from the poem “alien autopsy” parts a through f, upfromsumdirt (via upfromsumdirt)
“-g-
maybe
god made
monkeys
to descend
from man:
open for debate.
-h-
...”
– from the poem “alien autopsy” parts g through m, upfromsumdirt (via upfromsumdirt)
