Poets note: Prose for the muse
The pheromones of you…
blows through me
indelibly,
a concussive force
divorced from
triflingness
of a world gone cold
or the same
as it was before –
except that we get news
at the speed of light
reporting evil echoes
of humanity –
running parallel
to the ways
of science
and the Almighty
alrighty…
the Earth is flat
obese men with bad skin
and
worse vocabularies
espouse doubts
of my humanness
because
of my skin
via the fact
that I am melanianted
alas my Aphrodite
as I twist with you
in these acrid winds…
pushing back against
evil doers and purveyors
of tomfoolery
as we school fools
on this lesiurely
journey passing
as life on Earth.
A live reading of the piece over one of my favorite House tracks from back in the day.
Music credit: Pal Joey (Hot Music)
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