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CROWN
By Akhigbade Francis I tongued
your name
and the
brush slithered lost in curve.
There is
strength in line
exorcising
my rite to privacy.
I view to
kill this nexus from dizzy flights
waiting for
Miles’ Revelation and Freedom.
Stretched to
the limit, there is truth in canvas.
Attention
spans through sheer force of will
reflecting a
thought.
Life's dirty
secret stained my masterpiece.
Still, a
self proclaimed prophecy hung in disrepair
between
Flatbush and Lincoln.
Fingering
the midsection, my muse found a still life wet
from toe to
fro locked insomnia.
Framed by an
addiction to worn subjects
where
Akademiks stumbled over inspiration’s forgotten abandon.
From a world
safely ignorant, combinations lock heads expressionless
In
hindsight, the eyes reminisce.
Atmosphere
sprinkled red, white, blue
Donuts
flashing activity after twelve
Uniformed
monkeys didn't get the joke
Yuppies lost
in laughter found my own
“Hahahahaha”
What are you
laughing at?
the people
aquarium paused
looking for
a punch line
lost within
a new zoo review
I felt a
full moon move on.
Eyewitness
news at 11:00 maybe 11:30
DNA ran the
tape
Darwinian
theory or proven fact?
Evolution is
the curse of an outsider attacked
No
Justus, No Piece
turned my
brown eyes blue.
Decked in
that old black magic, the witching hour cried
"Send
in the Clones!”
Colored my
paper flesh
with broken
crayons caked under my nails
“Never
looked good in pink"
Picking
scabs, white lines drain my crimson clear.
"Empathy
bleeds"
under
ill-kept hydrants,
through a
v-neck picture
black
cats jamming
quartet
sessions with Mud foot
an Ol’
Dirty Bastard’s wanton
companion.
"Dreamer,
transient, familiar birthstone"
One breath
away from stranger.
"Hey
Hey Hey! It's Fat
Albert"
Up rocking
for food
Pan handling
for perspective
Twisting in
nervous energy.
"Come
on Baby!"
Brotherhood
is humane
Earthwalker
All too
alien like fish swimming through dry land
Watch out
for that second breath
assassinated
the sloth
made Labrea
immortal.
Exposing
that third breath
struggling, empathy slept
Exterminating
Jurassic contenders wanting to be somebody
("they
just wanted to be somebody").
That third
breath ended a thought
that caught
sewer water in its folds of warped wood
carved in
Boogie Wonderland.
My heart is
dry
My soul is
damp
I want to
live and
I can’t
stop dying.
In the end,
impatient is
the head that wears a heavy crown
and Basquiat
swept the clouds
acrylic
painting my
response on canvas
an epiphany
focused through nightshade.
Abstract
expression on passion
slim like
Pam Grier on her best day.
Video
voyeur, is this real?
Buxom beauty
dressed in green velour
Pin up this
memory when Babylon burns
Don't look
back! Still-born exhibitionist
‘samo’
documentary in pants
Breathe not
to forget today is forever
Infinite,
stretched to the horizon
Have faith
in the unknown
don't look
back
the end is a
stage painted for future generations
when all is
said and done, picture that event
Even if
Lot's wife wanted my signature
placed on
full figured flesh
"I
wouldn't look back"
Naked and
exposed
honor is all
a man really has
In search of
a world dialog
braillin’ it
I can feel
the truth
lurking
somewhere
like a siren
threatening
calm moments
medicated
personal growth
knew
my limitations.
Knowledge is
amnesia's child
still
suckling neon tits.
Reason lost
virginity to a city that never sleeps.
Time capsule
Magic
miracle
Graffiti
covered vagabonds
Stand to
look around
clearly
artistic
I tongued your name
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