Indigenous poetry infused with art. To create, then destroy, then to create again something new.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Rising Sun Rising Moon
PLEASE PLAY:
rising sun
horizon lit
torched the Africa wood
blood streaming
Amazon cheap literature
migraine wishing my life was more
money in my dreams
money in my pocket
money in my hand
Washington in my back pocket
then in my hand
then in the machine
Food
Water
sex
drugs
heart skipping a beat
stroke
disease
all the things Washington bought me
whore
slave
rising moon
light trail
cold wet concrete
the dark Africa man
waving goodnight
driving home sweet home
technology rise revolution
Philosophy at our fingertips
I felt decomposition
in my position
upward is my premonition
i dream -
good night Washington!
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