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Shape a Dream/ Apply Muscle

Woke up to thismorning hustle. James Brownscreams them proud-like riffs to start another day. The belly of the machine is funky and fatal. Breathe after my own fashion. I saybreathe after my own fashion. Togamble with sun- light, like God owes me a favor. Like the Most Highclutches a black steering wheel and swerves alongContinue reading “Shape a Dream/ Apply Muscle”

I Will Breathe After My Own Fashion

Leaning into Identity–a scarred child break- ing the bars of a colonial cage. Rage is temporary (sometimes). Pleasant, like Jill Scott singing about living a golden life or like Bobby Womack crooning–110th Streeton his mind. No mercy for leaderswho use power, like an eraser, jazz-like, scrubbing surfaces for definitions of power or splashes of theContinue reading “I Will Breathe After My Own Fashion”

Swerving Into Machine

Labor beneath cosmos, trying to transform American ideas, lessons, brutalmoments. Brake lights hum, pulse.We call this thing liberation. Snakes walk upright, like pigs of strange jazz. Balancing their weight on trotters. Snatching them souls for this funky machine. She ain’t wrappedtoo tight! I swerve into relentlessgamble, rolling loaded dice, walking along a tightrope, trying toContinue reading “Swerving Into Machine”