SECTION ELEVEN
POETRY PAGE ONE

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COLUMN 110, OCTOBER 1, 2004
(Copyright 2004 The Blacklisted Journalist) 

NIGHTMARE BUSH?IT WHIRL

     Full of fiends, friends dyin?
Why we cryin, was a zoomy yesterday power in they very sound,
& the laughter & wild crying, they fightin?, keep tryin?, we usta know
we was stronger than the devil insect brain. But teeth whirl, eat ya. Eat us. Whip
whirl, hide under yr feets, bitin? on top and underneath. Crazy stomping gurgle us
world. Cd catch up. Malcolm. Could trap. Lumumba. Could dive down and beat, Biko. Could lie and Use stink from his very ass to kill, Toure, Nkrumah, Cd bite
inside yellow pages
Huntin? for unemployed maniacs. Sibeko. Cd speak Portuguese
Send poison fleas, Cabral. Cd white out mouth
And sneak in as dressed up nothing, King. Cd yesterday themselves in
afterwards the oh ohhs of hyena ghosts

Crawling out dunce hats as the furniture polish of Watergate killers. Mao. Cd be
wasted by the insanity of mistakes and
The magnifiers of greenmail unrighteous left us prey. Stalin. Cd be lied about
Or ignored, misused like diarrhea, clouding the world to a ho's toilet, Lenin.
Cd be studied to death in dust swept clean oh Marx Engels
Under the academic Preyer rugs of

Loyal opposition bedbugs, right, Mayakovsky, cd be olded
By the torture of escaped assassination attempts, murders. "You know we shd'a
killed you. You shd'a stayed w/ Fidel or
The Chinese, Rob Wms. Where's yr Negro gun now, the Ku Klux Klan in
the white house, Dr., & Garvey didn't send them there, Rabin dead in his own Jewish
state
Some of his own folks did the hate. Yitzak.
Why this the whole ugly we have to eat or beat or flee or don't see or disclaim we
know its name
Or be happy but insane. Was we always drugged and dead, Huey. Was we
Always fat and fulla shit, OH Elephant? Was we always Crouched or
midget Booker T's hoping they cd intermarry silence in the 20th century.
Was we always nostalgic failures
Unable to sleep even when awake. Was we only Donald Duck opponents
Of the mouth, in black beret dashiki's, reappearing
As baldhead charlatans in Rolls Royces, hot with the demagoguery
Of deluded obsession? Was we always drop outs from the cp who turn up as Black nationalists
Because we didn't have no real childhood? Was we always bought and sold like cheap candy. Didn't we never stand up straight or was we
Even before the world split open and the frown sat over our head like heavy
weather
Walking in a crouch, to be near the man
Who hadn't even come out Jacoub's test tube yet?
Wes we always cannibals and scalpers like the white people really was
Was we always the Remus who mama was a wolf and brother
A Nazi hatchet man, white baby raving to roam like his missing daddy.

The seizer. Was we always wearin? tattooed nasty goatees, howling politely to
Allah or one of them, fi? times a day,   worshipping the Infidel's deodorant!

Was we always highly greased with two tongues on top our heads
As expensive condoms for the northern kings. Even before they was born. Even
before the anti Christ killed Christ
And set up a Punk & and an Anti-Semitic Jew
As the Papastoppas of the new world order, Christianity!

Was we always full of Judas in the marrow of our minds hanging our selves after
the 30 negroes was gived and blaming it on our grandma's medicine, 3 Sixes.
Was we always empty and full of Mussolini at the same time.  Did us Hail all the
nigger beaters in the world. Hail all the plantation owners, rapists, powerful liars.
Did we always Bo Diddley "May Bush live forever?, and then pretend at the end
we added like Mantan, under our breath, "Yeh, somewhere else, surrounded by
the worse negroes in his nightmares, raring to pour burning congolene on his
head
Put spike lees Zoot Suit on his a & b hinds, then tar and feather him
With cut up confederate money, a deadly grin held to Clarence head
So he wd beat him massa with a dead Palestinian till he tell the truth about Who
Blew Up America, 911.
            Was we always dreamin? before we forgot how to run the voodoo down
With a log. Was we always the pink tube connecting Shaitan's upper and lower
Intestines. Was we always the cross eyed   colored lady from California
Out of whose mouth the semen of devils explodes

What I say? OWOOOOWWWW. Wasn't that wasn't no wasn't no we wasn't
Not never nothing like that. And don't start all that ancient negro moaning
And remember when was on the throning, I talking about right now
Under the doo doo's foot, where we done gown a class of heels, out of all us
shoes, to help the fallen angel drive a wooden stake up our "well, what I say,
we ain't never
Been that, never been that low, but when you wake up in hell
Sometimes you wanna know. But it ain't like that, take that rock
You always pushin' and use it to waste the rat.

But what I say, what it is is who we is, can you get
To that. Where we be is what we see, what you say, the odor, the sound,
the screech oh dig it, the terrible numbness of the corpses happy at our death and
humiliation, every night
On whatever is playing, all the colored people everywhere
They be slaying.  What I say. What you say. I Know, I Know I Know

Ain't gon? be like this, say what, no boy, get down, back under the ground, go back to yr cave
In the snow. Slay what. What you say. Ain't gon? be like this oh president named after a reefer, oh serial killer of

The of revelation doom channel, watch the end. Where the beast get popped and the white horse white rider
Be stopped, and Red Ryder and the Indian, make war with history

Wait?in on the beboppers to arrive
Eatin? fish sammiches
And talking the smack of
Hard fact

Won't be no act

 No it wan be , can't be like that, in history and now be the future befo' you change
Them nasty cash register drawers.

Say I ain't dreaming, this just ain't screaming, what I say, what you say,
Is this real or not, the beast got to be dropped
A tombstone raise over his stink
Say this backward dog thought he was God
& dead is where his ugly led, he was much more evil
than the future think, and got to be a cd inside the stone
that holler out to all who approach
You might still have some problems
but none of em bad as the ghost!

A World!  ##


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