negro
gypsywoman
libyan emancipation
thumbs stab,
up north grass
wilts, melt down into brick and
rum superiority wise
men\
make us
basketweavers
placebos in sun,
frustration, fired
limbs, run down
like canine
like swine
frenzied now our
stand-scythes
shimmer
distances
moving veins hot
&burning, catch
speed-balls and
break loose,
i will
gather
fire
