When surveying the populace
When lithely seeking little
When listlessly supine with genetic
When so exhausted
Then I compost elegies for energy
Then I gulp up n’up-at a purpling rum-
Then I beat root and inhale expansive
Then I wall-mutter Hallelujahs while
calling on miracles for minutiae—
All while intervening between fists!
And how I finally surmise a pre-Colombian
and how once disparate enough for a
And how laughing at America
and the million maps of
I can’t desist;
For whom I reconsider resurrected cognates
For which I step froggily acrost
black steamy death below
For whose spirit is suffused
of sapphire vocals
For them I reel! For them I reel!
By which entertainment licked in Leger-like tubular shade
By what edible coloring adjacent-to the pecked-at popular
By freckling-why when slight
By sculpting consciously an open-circle epistemic dis-ease!
Now line miming
Now, is it the upturned mien before?
a re-capitated grave
Now barring this—
My lone winged
my all thankful for,