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.