dead to me,
dead set to see;
dead realities.

dead evokes,
dead maladies;
dead awoke,
dead formalities.

dead to me,
dead in belief;
dead actualities.

dead desire,
dead capacity;
dead fires,
dead moralities.

dead to me,
dead mirrors see;
dead dualities,
deadly dead in me.

crossroads
delta dealt
death in Devil’s
cradled grave,
high water
rising where
wayward souls
had music made;
storm torn blues,
long night running;
stunning the
lightning strum
& thunder drumming;
strikes from
heartache felt,
she sings for
all men killed;
strung up by
the Devil’s
Bible belt.

raise the ghost sail,
death’s come ashore;
plague of bodies,
permeate the
devil’s morgue.

deck hands hail,
let down skeletal oars;
lethal lobotomies,
inseminate the
blackened bourg.

fiendish farewell,
from the corpses’ corps;
ruinous abnormalities,
ruminate the
forsaken shore.

I ponder to
relate —
satiated in
wait,
with my
provider of
secret shade;
as shadows
escape,
at the rate
that troubles
abate —
aways away
from first place
fates,
that stop on
intake;
once I enter
my third place.

write an essay,
the price of admission;
a registrar of old white men
looking for submission

write an essay,
police statement on permission;
men look the other way,
a fraternity house of perdition

write an essay,
but not on own volition;
assault a woman here,
essay counts as violator’s final sentence.

sunshine vessel —
sitting below flowered trellis,
next to where the ladies bug;
grass calypso plays,
as wind blows off a gusted shrug.

life blue waters —
held still until poured,
elevated flowers hang in wait;
their golden grail lifts up,
as the cascade conveyed restores.

renounce what’s past,
except for memories
that die last, buried in
the grave that we made.

lift off death’s mask,
denounce choices turned
too ash, darkness descends;
the light soon to fade.

turmoil whispers to ask,
“were all the troubles
left aghast, worth the
heartache you forbade?”

In these spaces —
they try to replace us,
with fascist decrees
& bright white imagery;
bleed out our needs,
to feed feigned
supremacy.

A reckoning,
we let breed;
on apathy & false belief,
convincing us we‘re
not allowed to see;
truth in fact —
we all lost something,
out of one
become nothing
but history.