Country of my own dream’s making
call it “Africa”
I am volumes of National Geographic
dreaming
Black women in razor sunlight dancing.
I am young white hard-on dancing with black woman
in razor sunlight around a goblet of green liquid.
On dry
hard
dust color
village ground
dancing.
Dancing
then kneeling
then drinking
then smashing glass.
Then rubbing shards into black Africa hair of woman kneeling
Who rubs shards into straw yellow hair of me kneeling.
Purple blood
then
coats our hands
and
drops
between us.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
