Stepping Out Won’t stop can’t stop rocking it hot until I drop, Navigating brain in wormhole train through cosmic slop, Living water lyrical hieroglyphics good to last drip, Viberanuim in cranium conjure ships for the trip, Rev up prophetic propulsion and let it rip, Sankofa rocket in pocket/ laser holster on hip, Channel Black planet power pulsing through rhymes, I […]
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Midnight in the War Midnight in the war. automatic shots pop funereal percussion. No blood flow, yet. Just crazed metallic chatter from mouths of babes. and tear drops from torn sky. Daddy P labors into night pouring sweat and time into black hole of credit trap, leaving Mama nervous, spirit suspended over crossfire of the deceived. she getting old and […]
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Weekend in the City conversation sparks the night. tummies tremble with laughter. spicy gossip dishes, whispers of secrets and secret love codes. inside peeling walls of lenny’s brownstone. brooklyn din intrudes chatty love commune voices heated by vodka and distance closed between friends. car horns from Eastern Parkway curse dangerous tones. fire crackers pop and retort. our laughter sings new […]
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Dance of the NoName Diva (…my 19 year old son, home from college, invites me to concert…December 31, 2017, Lincoln Hall, Chicago) The conspiracy of nodding heads To blunted out sounds percolating Slow burn Afro punk vibe on the low end Making lights dance through smoky club haze Making son and friend dance stiffly And then loose themselves like boiling […]
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Invitation What if everybody had religion And the living word was love? No will to power but compassion To prosper. No ideology to conquer, Schism to compel. evolution Out living hell to state of no jails. No greed to deny what we need. And we didn’t name it something Other people cannot be. if we loved The waters, air, life […]
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For Billy Branch and Sons of the Blues seventh sons of seven sons of seventeen sun sultans of seven suns be Sons of the Blues. mirrors crawl along black walls broken by lavatory doors and pathways emitting garden of fried scents conjured in the kitchen and windows open to midnight desolation of east 79th chandeliers drip spots of electric lights […]
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