L I M I N A L I T Y Slipping between worlds
Fluid as light Warm as darkness Married to the threshold Divorcing time to make space Coming and going Freely flowing Into the unknowing Where only love keeps pace
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Night WalkingNight walking
When the city sleeps And the land breathes Pulsating Alive and wet Just like you The Empire’s pocket is full of posies, hiding the stench of plague, black death natural as breathing, the caging, murder and continued genocide of indigenous peoples. What exactly are ‘we’ trying to return to? Un-numb yourself. Re-sensitize yourself. Sanitize the mind. Take a deep breath and brace yourself for the truth your body has been trying to tell you. You already know your spirit has been hip to it, we couldn’t stop buying, eating, fucking, scrolling, talking, lying, trying...oh the trying.
Let the masks fall. Are you tired of the labels? I’m exhausted. I want to let them go, the black, the woman, and the raw data manipulated to fit the stats. I see the ground that appears so solid under our feet is no more than a pile of crumbling rock. At the edge, where our hands grasp one another, should we slip and fall what awaits us at the bottom of that cliff? How de we stand on our own backs? If I wait for the tide to rise maybe we can release and jump together, meet the shore and its humbling with intention. Let’s walk into the water knowing, if nothing else, we told the truth. Maybe it would be better to die and be reborn together, than to remain under the illusion we live alone. She sat squarely
Shoulders heavy And regal with regret She donned the tassel Frozen with fear She posed And she posed Until her original posture Was unclear Running from the ghost Of his words Anger is a cancer Resentment is a killer It was all her fault they said It was the things in her head That made her belly big That began to break her will to live Not the abuse The neglect Or lack of paycheck Just her thoughts they said She loved the smell of gasoline She let it light her insides And in her most peaceful dreams She swims in a sea of crude oil To say all the words She couldn't speak Like fuck you Pay me Turn your gaze from me Take your foot off my neck And your hand out my pocket Peel your lips from my ear drum And all the words You tried to beat On my soul I have broken down To break free She wiggled free From the regal ropes Braided tightly On her rigid shoulders Freedom heavy as boulders Still lighter Than the anvil of silence That called her chest home She picked up the phone And even the dial tone Knew she was different Just by her breathing The receiver began receiving Her words like prayer Take my to my river Put me in my waters Bring me my pistol For the journey to her shores She knew Was surely littered with expectation Of her less than And those ready to fight her To the death For her life They had the gas But she was the match She lit a cigarette from her burning Tobacco smoking Feet bare Black and moving steady Truth in her right hand Like a shotgun ready To blast the past into its place In a white dress Unseen in a field of tall blue grass She could see nothing on her path And still her vision was clear The sound the grass made as it Crumpled and cracked under her weight Like the wind Her presence evident in what it affects Her footsteps like legacy Telling the story Of how we keep on living No trial or tribulation Will keep her from her shore Take me to my river Put me in my waters If we are but one drop of the ocean The ocean is but one drop of her quenching She remains unrelenting In her quest for liquid love Take me to my river Put me in my waters |
AuthorI am a poet, for better or for worse. It is a way in my being that, ironically has no words. It is a way in my being that finds me when I, and helps me to, forget. I am a poet, for better or for worse. Archives
November 2021
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