Hillbilly Pickaninny Medley

catching bullets between my fingers

throwing

he ws like yeah yeah

and i sed yu dont know

and she sez sumthin like yeah

but all attituded up yu know?

then i sez yu got dimes

not meanin what

and i’m lookin round

for i dont know what

and she’s throwin dimes

still all frownd up

and i jus gather up

what dont get up

and she’s got them dimes

all piled up and i sez

baby i’m goin taleave

“my radio cd player is suspect but the tape player is on point and i have been in a fragment tangent”

with parts of my actual grey matter poppin up like that baby pull toy that’s what we called a popcorn machine, i don’t know

i was tryin to visualize a lego set i think

like i could get my head back together in little red pieces

click, click all neatly click

so walkn round and round that city blk

I come up on sumthin that might help

I’m hittn the bricks like nobody’s biz

I’m onto sumthin and this kid I’ve known

Since I don’t know when

Invites me over to his porch

And todlin round with no one around

I say to him

Hey, that’s cooool.

He wlks me thru it:

i made a seat for my stuffed animals

he proudly sez and I see he did

then he sez like

they were royalty

postponing sugar corn flakes

a childlike routine

unsolved mysteries

like bed time now

or why?

Why?

Why?

did the rain come pattering her sweet

and tender grace

or my mind build itself a cave, castle or tent?

i was living in all this sea

where nothing is far away

and everything is mine

his lil kingdom all in a row.

I go watchin round the temple walls

They vanish

Poof

once upon sleep

is sum (gumbo perfume) (pickaninny mosaic)

comin outta the house

and I see her in there

i swear fo’ lord when de rapture come

i’s gonna be hollerin and moanin

boogie’n on

she’s carryin on…

and all them kings and princes queens

a redbone vaga-bond travelin on

and that bowl is turning sugar now

and all them queens and princes, too

she smackin dem gums

nah pass doze chicken gizzards and dat hot sauce

shoot i ain’t studyin you heffa

hummin dem solemn reviva-delta blooze

wit y’ole satchmo mouf

" if the river was made of whisky and i was a dove

i’d dive to da boddom and a neva come upoh say thee how long do i haf ta way-e-ate"

seems like forsaken fa’eva

since i done suckled dat teet in da glory land

for all doze snickering pickaninny’s

ruby watermelons and fried squash

t’aint no shapeshiftin devil son of a gon’ give me no whoopin wit a snake belt

sho nuff

hallelujuah

pardon all my sinnin ways she raises a hand palming sky

then looking where

looking when

she’s raised herself and now there’s him

so…there’s a TV banging out salvation

some second born reptilians

or maybe upright

who’s goin to know in all this glass

and his kingdom goes

sledding down grassy hills on cardboard

feeling up a statue in a electric light snooze…

he’ll belly that belly in some martian honky tonk

wit da tin foil afro puffs

and the glory of gawd betwixt em.

Hillbilly Pickaninny Medley

ariyahjoseph

Corvallis, United States

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