this is a conscious vocal delivery
this is Audre Lorde's edge of decision
and passing dream this is Langston
Hughes one morning in the woods
this is Rita Dove's glorious shade
revised Dawn imagine you wake up
this is Miguel Pinero's "KILL KILL KILL"
this is Jericho Brown's Bullet Points
this is a language that breaks through
all barriers resurrects and walks
the plane again and again it
is liken to a secret society of
symbolic codes and connotation
it is the chief ingredient in every
written song sung it is thunder
roaring it is a bird souring
it is Podunk it is backwoods
it is every corner in every hood
it is balads that lead to broken
hearts it is the way one live
loves breathes the way one f
eels the way one fills hollowness
it is how one builds it is
lawns that are so green one
can smell the grass growing
it's existence of no set name
it's fire that's allergic to smoke
it is about something and
about nothing at all to be
it is summons called upon from
the deep where sea creatures
sleep and treasures discoverd
it's everything imaginable
one can get down on paper