a loom in the torrid, aching wind
lashes velcro lozenges past greedy oysters
turned

We quoted things
Phrases that turned out to be true

You who spread your legs for CEO’s, presidents,
vice-presidents, speakers of the patriarchal house –

So rounded a season : the sky

my father was a minor beat poet

I mean, fuck me, my friends!

1.The Council on Foreign Relations has a gang sign
they rule us with one wave of it
given our issue of got to have my fair share
from first dose we are sprung

Her breath whispers against his ear. Here, hear?

Geometry and the Moon creatures chased
a beautiful orange. His round mounded
lips eclipsed all reminiscences of home.

with everything
gathering speed he took
off his hat and threw it

The head finally wad(dl)es through

As if written by

as i withhold my tongue
waiting for a sunny spell
to translate my loud pain
into a muted pearl

for Stanley Tookie Williams
December 29, 1953 - December 13, 2005
after the State of California
murdered him by lethal injection