LOOKING

for Sekou Odinga what can be said of warriors besides thank you or maybe words aren’t of any use at all still silence seems disrespectful too pigs came knockin and caught your shadow in a glimpse in a whisper rumors of you spread over radios spread across every borough and then straight over the Atlantic to the brinks of liberation movements at the high stage war here and there is all the same when you know which side of empire you stand those of us who know enough know better than to say goodbye or think this is over your . . .

The Quiet Part

how dare they stop a ship because people are dying? how dare they disrupt money because blood is flowing? how dare they fight back during these peacefully violent times? don’t they know this is barbarism? no not what we’re doing. no i don’t see the irony. no we won’t be taking questions. they cease only when fired upon do with that information whatever you must they transmute all human desire to consumption will burn until met with sufficient suppression if you let ‘em they will swallow themselves but only after mountains of calcified corpses three months into publicized genocidal aggression . . .

Revelations is Here

Everything I once feared is here. My bloody pulse sears against my skin Feeling pain Enjoying sin Wanting to blow the shit up Stab wounds from my pen I bask in the light of the right and the regrets of the left Left without tomorrow so We all know But we don’t know what we do when the truth spits on you Processing the truth Despite what’s new Or what’s blue Nothing is unreal Bruised suits Loot Take pills, steal Drill into the memories of the youth with unread outcomes Unfed and leaving us full of cum, sun Surrounded by . . .

Say Less

Believe it ignore it Acknowledge it or not Whether you can see Or determine it Cool with it like it Identify it or not You don’t get to tell us Who & what we are Who to love or who to hate You are not who you Purport to be You are not above laws Of nature and the universe You are not God We done had enough Of your oppression and mass-produced poverty We trudge forward without Bosses racists patriarchs Capitalists imperialists Or settler colonizers Liberation under construction A dignified existence Built upon destruction . . .

happy thanksgiving (or whatever that means)

(2022) Each passing Thanksgiving brings us closer to the fall of the US empire a cause most worthy of your efforts. With the expiration of the most violent and predatory nation in the history of the world, comes the opportunity, maybe for the first time, for the people living in this part world to develop rituals of their own that do not begin upon piles of dead bodies from here and there and there and there. An opportunity to live in harmony with the rest of the planet. Isn’t it beautiful to consider that a field of marigolds will one . . .

for Ruchell “Cinque” Magee

runaway in a heavy fog of gunfire survivor of the whirlwind decades down but never silent they thought they caged you i want to mention forgiveness ask if we deserve any in this life for not shooting the gates til the doors fell to their knees til the solitary hole echoed your absence so loud the prison imploded can we say you’re free now or that you haven’t always been how dare we say rest in _____ when you got so much retroactive livin to catch up on now with all the chains of mortality melted away brother they think . . .