When surveying the populace, the poulticed.
When lithely seeking little, then some.
When listlessly supine with genetic preference.
When so exhausted.
Then I compost elegies for energy.
Then I gulp-up n’up-at a purpling rum serum.
Then I beat root and inhale expansive post-portions.
Then I wall-mutter Hallelujahs, calling on miracles for minutiae.
All while intervening between fists!
And how I finally surmise a pre-Colombian sonrisa;
and how once disparate enough for fading begun.
And how laughing at America,
and the million maps of its sociologists—
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 and endeared. Why?
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,