i want to speak one day
from a place that is not colored in the fear
of generations of boulders sitting
and not have to hustle with words
what should be given- according to the laws of what is natural.
as the sun rounds
and i moon
holding a limp sex, i wish to kiss deeper.
so that we are one day felt past
the ruins of Southeast, South Central, East Oakland, the Carolinas and Shanty towns
and free of this substance of misery-
the trappings of Babylon.