Its not my luck
As I lie here and you fucked me
Tucked me in this blind lust
Hate, taking the form
Of crust left upon my abdomen
Stuck bottle and umbrella
Inside
My cries run quiet
To your moans of indulgence
And I look into your eyes
Searching
For a fire of memory.
Perhaps you enact a past
Of grandmomma being raped
By slave masta.
And the whips upon his back
Made your daddy slap
Her face when she was pregnant
With you
And she was left alone on cold streets
To raise a son with role models
That sold crack for greens
And you were left with dreams
At the end of gun barrels
I look for a light
Dim like the red laterns
Of the district.
And you continue to suck me
Dry.
Skin and bones like children
In shivering homes
Frail and hungry.
Rice patties blossom
But so do land mines
And they bleed
Like my pussy
And you thrust like
The cum of a maxim gun
And I cry like they must have bled
During World War One.
Perhaps the barks of drill sargeant
Built a fortress around your heart.
Because underneath armor
Do comrades wear swastikas.
And they tease you for being a piccaninny
Cause you dared to smile at the red sunset
Above a green plain.
You came to the bar to erase
A past that never ends.
And the body desires exit.
Fill a vessel with
Tears
from generations.
I search in your eyes for a memory
When I arrived upon your silted, delta shore
In a double hulled canoe.
I saw you from a far
And brought a jar engraved:
Ma hal ka.
And your spirit heard the song.
Followed the melody back
To a bamboo forest
And the tarsius monkey’s eyes
Shone like the moon during an eclipse.
And its gaze witnessed
Our love that spilled the riches
Of caori shells upon brown
Fertile soil
Perhaps the child held
The memory in its cells
Despite the lines
That divided our lands
Severed, we struggle to remember
Amidst the silence of looted legacies.
Perhaps this violence brings us together
We lie in the heaving of trauma
Filled with sadness splattered
Skin to skin, cold and hot sweat
Collision gives birth to memory
Who breaks the myth of boundaries.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
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