For we’re creatures of the wind and 

wild is the wind

 – Nina Simone

 

Storm’s thunder flush Nina’s heart.

Tempest’s path of chaotic currents,

Travel time, in one’s own mind 

Voudou zombie’s taunt, “it’s real, it’s real.”

Punishments: metronome’s off     beats

Barbed wired blues, blacks’ vibrations

Burst against freedom’s white     spaces.

Goddam

Goddam

No joke – its mind fed mannerisms, clenches

Down on ya thoughts     oppressive airways

Unhinges manic movements     deadly tango

Rhythm, nomadic & grounded & no madness

Blue’s bi-moods: Damballa’s dance & stalk

Knows

Knows everybody 

Wrestles for space:  facets of Nina’s soul

Partner with some lone, one, no     one

Each one, everyone’s lynched      breath.

Detonates, showers, hammers     fiction.

Can’t you see it 

Can’t you see it 

Reading bones     thrash milky’s brilliant ways

Crossroads between Nina’s honest debates &

Last calls. Her woman-led fortified songs, hoards

day’s after tomorrow & tomorrow’s day’s after.

I don’t belong here

I don’t belong here

Heaps yesterday’s wing-less fleas 

Stuck to summer’s window screens

Screams     look out, out there, seekers

Hiders, come in, come on in, olly, olly

oxen free:  Nina’s plead – Goddam

Goddam.

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