Can’t keep the rich
from running,
from ruining
everything.
Touch the land.
where?
In the soft spot
behind the ear.
Can’t keep the rich
from hanging
pastel banners,
direction signs,
payment notices,
brown people.
All creatures have the ability to heal themselves.
heal. heel.
We became trees or
we became white.
Can’t keep the rich
from painting
landscapes,
portraits,
Sappho’s roses red,
abstract shit,
Marx in Black-face
Tap a top hat and
dance
before the republic of
the under-whelmed.
Tap a top hat and keep
up the under.
Can’t keep the rich
from exploding
ladders,
birds.
the moon,
blue womb,
God was an angry mouse
chewing on Gaza chords
umbilical
at the equinox,
Mangled birds used a
ladder
to scale night’s
ridge.
Can’t keep the rich
out
of St. Marks’ punk ass,
gay-stream,
crime-wave,
info structure,
of libraries
of congress,
confederacy
of antique stores.
Confederacy of those
for whom antique
is a verb.
marching down Marlborough St.
lowe lowe lowe.
Let’s go antiquing
for mammies and billies
Can’t keep the rich
from
petting our babies,
dancing to Stevie Wonder,
I saw possibility
get stoned
on Wall Street
Can’t keep the rich
from
laying ass
fault- line
banking
ass tro turf
faking
grass,
orgasms,
moon landings
The sunlight on Ave A.
Reflexive, CITI.
She thinks her life
is a pirate ship
wrecked on the private
sidewalk.
Can’t keep the rich
from raping
white chickens,
pink chickens,
rubber chickens
red barns
digging motes
tying ropes.
Mother's hands were
bound with twine,
the night she bore our
debt
We know the taste
of pulp and plasma.
Those eyes, that never
looked up
from the moment
of revelation.
Those hands that never
yielded
fight for a thing
not yielded
by those hands.
Those hands were never
free.
Those hands, never
still.
Touch the land.
heal heel.
Reflexive.
Eye of a pin.
suicidal angel loop
The structure is a
hard knot
want is a mouse,
chewing.