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La Salsa Negra de las Abejas

black soul sista! black soul sista!
dame mi miel
mujer
dame mi miel
lo merezco
quiero una rosa que no sea sabana

OSO MOKA
wants his drink
sweet and sticky
his growl great
slow and slippery
dame mi miel
mujer
dame mi miel
lo merezco
quiero una rosa que no sea sabana
all over the alitas
soaked and dripping
tasting with lips first
licking comes next
dame mi miel
mujer
dame mi miel
lo merezco
quiero una rosa que no sea sabana
no soy sauce
sugar or salt
just tart mustard
gravy and juice
dame mi miel
mujer
dame mi miel
lo merezco
quiero una rosa que no sea sabana

lo que quiero es lamear
merendar
on some greasy
bird
the rooster
must crow at dawn
then at night
for it to taste
just right
Oso, go easy, brada
you sleep all winter
riding deep in your cave
moliendo humo
pa` hacer la crema
big bear man
put the paw to the nest
get these bees buzzing
and that honey dripping
dropping
like milk
lo que quiero es lamear
esa rosa tuya
negra y sabrosa
bajo las sabanas
de tu piel

naked soul sister
tus alitas negras cubren el gallo
escondido
bajo el monte oscuro


The Tear of Joy

How deep?
How soft?
How tender?
How Moist?
Is itA?A?
When after the friction
Of ridges between opposing lipsA?A?disintegrates;
Awash
In the flames
Ignited
In lingual pursuit
A chase across the geometry and geography
Wet
With
The salt
The sugar
The sauce the taste
Burning and boiling
Nipping and nosing
Each point
Each curve
Each crevasse
Jelled
Leaking
Its invitation while spreading the noise of
Physical human fusion
Procrastinated
Delaying
The slow announcement of the forecast for more showers along the walls of the tunnel, opening for the vessel

Penetrating
Excavating
Stretching
For comfort
For balance
For rhythm
Based on the round and round twisting and boring of the cylinder piston on the down strokeA?A?rolling forwards and backwards
Pressing
Round and round and round
Drilling
Round and round and round
Reaching
Round and round and round
For every slipA?A?there is a slide, awakening the miracle electricity that lights the magic where we all extricate love and screams that are juiced and oiled with the pumping action...
Maniacally applied
Maniacally wrenched
Maniacally worked
To an arch
To a pause
To a wave
Descending to the strain of wanting more and getting all
Twitching
Savoring
Salivating
The peace of passion
A?A?*+*+*+_*++*+_+*_*_*_*_*_*_ *_*_*_)+++

9th & Kenyon Obeah

When he broke in
it was only my hats
he took

When they took my ride
it was only my hat
I missed

We danced
on the front lawn
salsa
swung to our bop
broke to he new
boogaloo

While these legal and illegal
thefts
transpired
bongos, congas, clavA?A?s
clicked cautiously
continually;
when life languished we lingered
lost in our
misplaced passion
for music and food.


Our land flooded
so the master could build
a new mansion,
but we never forsook
the bargain
clothing or adornment
afforded
our bodies,
our minds.

All I ever seem to want:
My hats back
My style intact
My stride steady

My soul
defined by me
not refined by them
that don`t pay and won`t say
why, when and where... my carpet and cap will be returned

When in the course of human events, servitude is granted therefore imperative, persons deemed credible shall avail all means and matter of philosophy, endearment and revolution to those in authority so assigned for spiritual remuneration. Said redistribution is by decree accessed from the geological resources realigned then relinquished in calculated segregation of un-equivalent segments with regards to race, creed and nominally assigned color. All converts to contrarian modes of consumption shall henceforth abandon domain and authority over their apportioned allotment.

the belly
of cod fish
finally
cut open to reveal
to our astonishment
of how the colors had spread to the white meat
how the fish howled
words
hurled when the fences came down
making the palace
a rainbow

up and until then
we were only fed fish
when guitars, saxophones
were added to
our percussive verbiage

It has become so difficult to theorize
{and while I realize
my hats, colors are of no consequence
to them, who steal}
why I fell to being deprived
since song
will always find a party
on the naked prairie
of
dark meat

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