Cuz be gone Uptown with her moms impact
past 127th & you be working constant
at the youth center & Chester's brother meaning
long dead gunned down by the NYPD & sometimes I
need to re-tongue like re-sequencing the sun
delaceration of language is a nation of burial
dissymetry of the silence I sometimes receive X-
a kind of geometry beneath this noise the
when it shudders hegemonic sheathes a classic form
of beats intraterritorial is every letter deafening
is not to narrate attached
not to live until
not to take finally
to resist inversion
describing to further
from the inside mystify
like writing square on the inside of a black cube
or singing Strange Fruit in braille on the subway
or not being able to resist notating the yellow
of a yellow taxi, or making
1. Malcolm's spectacles.
The young Giotto's pencil.
3. A wasp nest.
4. A cello.
5. Mint green Jell-O.
6. Lorca's front teeth.