My Name

In English, my name means...well, Google Translator won't tell me.

It is what the powdered faces and tight ponytails spit out like Green Warheads

it is all. And incomprehensible, whe Rafiki smeared 

the juice on my noble brow, 'tis what I uttered. Immaculate cursive

 

It is the forbidden language,

my live pulse making me

forever a fugitive.

 

There are but two in the whole world

it is Toussaint L'Oveture slowly decomposing

in a cold cell, the taste of liberation

still fresh on his tongue.

 

It is an alloy of malachite and lapis lazuli

both toxic and tonic.

Like a jawbreaker, hard and impenetrable at first,

caked and frothy at second.

 

My name is my bond

It is the flute solo in Gil Scot-Heron's 

"The Bottle"

but attatched to a speaker, playing in piano.

 

It is Haile Selaisse's resolve

and Goku's spirit

abombination.

 

It is the full moon, 9 nights in a row, 

two wet mountains of life.

a perfume of chocolate.

 

It is lik ethe writer's dent

in my bird finger

prevalent, yet well worn.

 

An anti-hero of propetic proportions

a symphonic oligarchy of two;

Spirit and Freedom.

 

Red for the cardinals 

Black for the berries and

Green for the nucleus

 

It is star dust

freebased throught a black hole

creating cosmos.

 

It is the invisible spectrum

placing prisms on phalluses

to burn through this condom

 

It is Buddha's robes of saffron

and Muhammad's bloody sand

 

It is the single bellied crocodile

and the tri-headed lion's south paw

a bleeding menstrual.

 

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