28 Days?
Truth so ugly, it paints itself a lie, hands over the understanding of color, lighting, shades, and layers: hides underneath itself like racism without racists. No one in gallery, pondering; just drawing abstract conclusions: if I am confused, I am justified. I am not funding genocide. A new modern slave, protestant work ethic in empty pocket, she behind register, holding my dignity before her naked I/vory; searching for my watercolor background, my vertical embedded plastic strip, shifting hue. Black is counterfeit. Real. Fake.
On auction block: education. Show straight teeth: Standard English overbite, syntax, grammar. Strong muscle stock; spine, arms, hands, pussy, omit dick, legs, feet. Long necks: paragraphs. Editing: noosing, castrating, lancing language. Assimilating: sterilizing, purifying. Persuasive essay: generic, rubric, euro-centric. Tossed manuscript.
Uphold holocaust: forget transatlantic. White privilege: Polish, Italian, Jew. Club acceptance: carrying clubs; golf, billy, nightlife. Dance against canvas. Counting: steps, blows, head nigger on jobs, Rodney King on all fours. Appendage prints: kindergarten. Everything I needed to learn was there.
"Black necks for sale. Nooses sold separately. Killa nigga paraphernalia."
Somebody blew up Amerikkka, but didn’t disinfect its disease. Ghettos still festering sores: puss ridden, pushing out bullets, empty ballots, beer and bling bear/ring/ing boys: momma’s with heavy tilted heads, cracked and placed on shoulders, laying against phones at night, awaiting witness to her baby’s new birth: blood. She on busted knees praying.
Negro male(s) come through womb receivers: over lines: crossing lines: police lines, another brother’s line, unemployment lines, soup kitchen lines, welfare lines, white woman lines, coke lines, heroine lines, get in lines, stay in lines, death drawn lines.
Asbestos spaceships, hovering ground zero: aliens of future lungs; (roach secretions, weed and 50 cent loosie crystallized newports ain’t enough) depleted uranium skin lotion. Who, who, who, who: shows ash? Moisturizer from domestic foreigners given to domesticated enemies: we wear the mask, false consciousness, and are readily identifiable at the masquerade.
We smell of Atlantic sea water, Harlem sewers, Georgia Peach trees, Upstate New York Caucasians, McDonald’s fries, piss-ass education, dirty digital divides, slave quarters and dogs. Oh we smell, like dogs. Even when it’s not raining. Us; mutts of pale design, artistry of evil doers, boredom and opportunity.