for hip spaced out revolutionaries…(circa, 1964)
remember---
when lone ranger, tarzan
and jungle jim---tonto, boy and cheetah
use to shoot---shoot off at you---
and you cheered.
cheered those
psychotic heroes---
lurking in the grave
yards of your minds---lurking
bebop’n and grasping
brainwashed roots---slowly
quickening into oblivion: lost?
remember---
when flash Gordon
was a trip
and you tripped?
yet ships now sail
to the moon
like ships of old sailed the sea.
remember---
spaced our
brothers and sisters---
spaced out little ebony
and coffee hued youths
jumping off into space---spaced out
while space ships sailed to the distant moon?
remember---
‘wake up coons! y’alls is on tha mune…
now mov…foe I puts ah leben’n half
where sun don’t shine
and mek yu’s float in dis black space!’
remember---
‘sorry boss…jus chill
In yo space suit; plenty moe
black monkeys down there…
jus falling…
falling…
falling…
out!
remember---
saturday rip offs
and what happened
to the new world fools
with the old world african roots?
remember---
‘wake up bro!...say man…
stop nod’n…this crap’s for real!’
remember---
‘moon base…this Houston calling…
we got more nigs down here…
just falling…
falling…
fall-
ing…
out!’
remember:
this ain't funny y'all;
anything can happen---
if you let it.