Yesh

Yesh

Yesh
a commmon denominator =ing affirmation
a verb with little left of its common sense
an acceptable perversion of menstruation
with embryonic 187’s lying quiet as W*A*L*L*F*L*O*W*E*R*S
when two (2) beats of a mixer femininely collide
looks as if a blond was just dropped on Saigon
in jelly shoes & fire hydrant soak downs
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Yesh
a nod, a hum bob, a droll in cosmic Levi’s
& star spangled stitches on mudflap pockets
starring ex-girlfriends incarcerated  in pewter frames
like hOOlah-hOOp earrings & fourteen carat fingercuffs
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Yesh
is a hillybilly Jeezus rolling religious blunts
smoking up spiritual cannabis from inside a B-mer
while the congregation still passes plates of t(i)n percent
it is “girdlemamma mulatto bitches whose brains are red
jelly stuck between ‘lizabeth taylor’s shoes”
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Yesh
is BLACK poems, WHITE poems, Beats & Confessions
come either dull yellow marquis or two a.m. holy whisper
it’s mouth full of platinum grille or overbite dentures
it’s gawdawful truth of teeth on the way to the dentist
& ya know we all goin’ to th’ dentist!
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Yesh
is Saul Williams ripping seams from a starry blanket
restitching mad men back inside their Malcolm Minds
doubletalk & blues boomerangs in Jheri curls of midnight moon
through high tree afros & Channel 35 Kung-Fu theatre
it’s 4 carat headlights beaming through eyes of a rollerskate rink
it’s boxcarred, mamaborn, skinned-knees, sweetsonchild,
heartmadness, panebreaking, Parastroika, twilight whinos & me
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Yesh
is black licorice bowls & grandchildren & fragrant palms
& ashy synagogues, ghostconsciouscompost, & ole Tenderloin
it’s kaleidoscopic hips & boogaloo with hemp, it’s double Crown
& Coke & Coke & Cock & Cock & homemadeness in JuJu
imposters on Amorikan radio sipping dollar bills from cancans
smooth yellow taxi rides, Central Park horse dung, all-night gospel
radio pulled behind the black stallion of midnight & love affair
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Yesh
is lyrical light over Greyhounds, life pawing to smell itself
dangercourse & introcourse ‘cause we all know one another too damn well
it’s womb & black trees & white trees populating synonymously
we all dirty when the coffin goes hush!
it’s Spookwaffe & copacetic time drifting thick in hourglass
black pianists tickling white rib piano keys over snifters of cognac
Vomit: the bigot snake crawling outta back of musty ole throats!
Apology: what’s left of a lizardquick tongue dry from no rain!
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Yesh
is the scream of people who want revolution & everyone
loves a good trend- it’s crazed ignorant hooligans & Howl
it’s Time when it’s time to fight when the kids of patience have been put to bed      
it’s omm bomm ba bomm deep deep in jungle hearts
it’s destroyed statues & unspoken notes in instruments like the voice
it’s bay be why you leave me here & white eyes weeping
in dark oceans of SEE ~ it’s scars of missing self & heads
filled with nothing but jelly blood & a few missing teeth
it’s leaping blue shadows from late night television
it’s this wide leather cosmos along a white hot riveted sofa
arms spread wide as love & crooked as a hug
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Yesh
is the revelation, the perception, the rationale & the use
subway systems crushing breath in hollowed out tunnels
where the movement is more than on wheels dig?
syllabic organic calibrations of vocal distention
it is Bohemian rootlessness, quasi-defined sensibility
of knowing no matter how loud you get you still ain’t never been heard
with klansmen conking adverbs & erasing racists from shadows
it is nuclear force reasoning from black sacks of birth
it is hate whitey, hate hierarchical monsters beneath beds
it is Sisyphus Syndrome of Amorikan life & social peepa
it is Blackus Retrogradus in status quo-isms that gives me runs!
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Yesh
is holes where stars have fell & thumbs stagger midair for the count
it is mangy lionesses in late night dive bars with wicker baskets
for asses & a pocket full of monkey foreskins
talking ‘bout come to momma under the weight of Thunderbird
I swear she had black boobies even before the sun set her fire
with a round brimmed hat from a make believe Father
religion: genealogy standing on docks until a horizon steps up to embrace me!
it is the white-anglo loveless drip of sun on mother America
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Yesh
is the simple straight-forwardness of anger shushing me into P.C.
that I rummage closet floorboards for my space helmet
‘cause I cannot live no more on this stanky front porch!
the clocks have all gone cobblestone & there is oblique suckling
of my everlasting gawdawful last nerve. raise the bastard to flip-out
in the responsibility heaviness of horse manure & bullshite!
it is Ouende Ouende & tar boll weevils in the lungs of deddy
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it is criss the heart, criss the heart in corroding speech promises
it is a song that no one (especially not even the silly wind) will sing anymore
standing up, or on their knees, or peeking
into the dead of their own clasped hands