Hip Psalms


Dark and fat with

star and misery

she could not swallow me 

into anonymity, hips

swinging blacker than her

Cosmos, smile brighter than

Moons mighty, known and named

Ancestors wrought my spine 

Soul onyx with the remnants of shooting

stars aiming for purpose found in my stride 

Of black gumbo soiled through ivory incantations cross rivers

My tears are accompanied with ballads, not mourning

Spring forth saplings of other quared Cosmos

Imprisoned in child’s play 

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