at virtue’s zone (from the castled face of a suicidal negro)
He was a new
nigger.…
He
put
on
a
steel-make
smile
and
kept
on
the
ground,
with
his
skin
stretched
over
his
palms.
He was the new nigger, as that past did augur a monstrous future gnawing into his soul-fire its waxes that sizzled a fear of sights to come. His dreams without future - the rent armor of joy wrinkled with crusted wounds – the brow and a lost heart that knew what it thought it wanted. He recalls writhes of belly after that night’s amnesia; having seen friends one way or another.
Past valentines he shunned a cold gaze at piles of arms lovingly traveling within his moon song.
It was the square for some, but future’s street
he’ll leave behind soon, he thought. Along, flying the broken neck of person-lifeless but at pleasure’s torpor…
Stars kept twinkling in blizzards of whores
chained to losses; he too knew gravely the future’s blinded eye – brow bled.
Winding spirals about trees grew into his lid; he calls at faces of jubilee’s seeds.
He loved and cared for momentary lies
contused about their cold bitten bosoms.
The moon blinked, shoving sending petitions of their souls afloat, over this wake of shackles being left behind.
Sachets of clots – hemorrhaged patella
Lumbering with sweet bells of
Skies lush and loud.
What future’s night is this?
While buzzed adorations hurricanes
From these children’s aims?
That was war – Perhaps;
As the cradle for beast children stood
On speakers blurting out slurs of a repulsed populace.
Revolted coffer of punitive gain
Seen for bile it tastes like; called this:
Blue mood.
A short heart signaled towards stars in supplication; to gods of gore – a voweled mouth in rude ranting of noise-infested-skull in defect mode.
He sang loud, louder then, a muffled echo paled with the lid he was peeling.
Stars sang out loud in him; coughing blood, ulcers on palate gone loosened by wine.
Crimson spat on shoulders of white-collars;
murmurs of the vigilant say that he should cease or he’ll sleep on concrete under foot of vibe’s commuters.
They straddled him up, an ooze of skeleton
having vacated skin. He sings out loud,
newly lithe louder squeals of a mauled animal.
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