a racial pornography
full with brutish lies
that carefully whispers a song of superiority, stigmatized,
and the random tear, breaking at the seam of the color line
brackets, the argumentative congress
in sparked ruthless struggle
to follow the skin as figment of national imaginings,
brought forth out of the soup of paper, signed
and dashed to the brink of monotony
in the white drama
played on the silver screen’s temptress beginnings,
the luck sworn lady,
proud to crave angelic rushes
into the all-evading non-stop traffic of superficiality
raining down mellow unborn savagery
over the traumatized hearth
broken fire
bursting reckless
in the shaking grave of early centuries,
where settling became a full moon practice
by dim ugly war signs
embraced on African shores
and in the deepest south of colonial homes
filling beds with elevated mores
seething at the brim of an enraged foment
between men and women
in the racial pang of color and word
touching on the endless cry
that festers as a boil into the unpronounced identity of comparative modern division,
a social history, mismatched at the raped womb,
that turned aside
and hid its darkest pull into all blackness
at the tip and infinite corner of universal brilliance,
a feature in the personality of a momentary god
breathing in the light proverbial wisdom of dream talk
from ancient suffering,
an eloquent sleep, reading into the deep listening core
from wild earth and her still shore,
reflecting the inmost forbearance of her lore
as a secret in conflict with the perfectly reflective mirror
in nature's great gaze of mind
as equal in time and space with all creation
in a flash of spontaneous appearance
that glows in a taught nudge
forsaken as murder into the fated night,
a cold lonely break between choice,
indecision,
and patient intuition
in the one voice of our common human home
as purposeful presence
pregnant with the meaning of art
in our head and eye
who self-formed, began as a creative laboring
in the strong brush with a peculiar kind of will
that worshipped a diverse issuing of the ten-thousand tongued iris
performing for the blessed worldly guest
as a vaginal cavity pulsing to a white noise
flecked with the opaque snow of a newfound conceptual electricity
melting at once in the off switch unction towards a motionless upbringing
growing up in the solitary profundity of man, alone with nature,
wherein lies our humane passage
through social obstacles
in desire and the restrictive curse
in fear for the child
and her sanctified birth