Hip Hop Totems I~

Gloom waned

the moon displayed

millennia foiled in gold brilliance

bones rest

at the turn of the bus

texting

a careless love song

are you amazed

on wounded knees

at Wounded Knee

I was not born to be a bride

distant china

a brocade of lanterns

tongue across the plate

coy eyes

in photographs

light drowned in oil lamps

screaming epicenters

pollution

an expiration mark stamped in a bolt of lightning

bold

process this stale leisure

what goes around

comes around

in redress

the boy flops at your sodden feet

the girl with dizzy hands

faints

feints

she'll make you catch your breath

sauce at the corner of a steady stare

she flaunts iconic spots

miss cheetah

miss cheater

mistreat her

she germinates sweet succor

her feet like a drum beat

down a city block

when I black out in your ice cream graves

sweep me under aplomb

gut me with the best of icons

she comes up for air from the pool of Venus

a magnifying glass

against the sunshine

burn totem hills

endangered spice

hip hop in the crone's rhythms

falling like a victim

gypsy skirts in lavender plumes

he, her handler

hands her over

crippled

with unrestricted power

a lengthened aspiration in a crown of huckleberries

his wrists captivate her buckled mind

"I am the definition."

he boasts

she toasts his madness

a symbol of rapacious virtue

a jive

a blind romance

a mild dalliance

with genetic memories

mastered

woven with fibers

a Navajo quilt

at a hoc shop in Gallup

amidst turquoise dust

in an old man's white hair;

he chants

heya heya heya ho

yahe heya yeha ye

a buffalo beating dreams

against the drum

of his empty belly

 

 

 

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Reviews

[Lachenille Papillion]

I think someone has a crush on you, and/or is a little jealous of your publishing success, Selene. Zackery reminds me more and more of little boy in the school yard who pulls the hair of the prettiest little girl in the class. And I say this, not lightly, but because it is obvious that his critiques are not based on literary merit, but his self-centered, neglected youthful ego. Ah, to be that young, when bad behavior and lashing out were the sum total of life experiences in which to cope with our discontent. I don't envy that, my dear, I think I'll wear my age proudly. hugs

[Maurice]

Outstanding poem.

[Kesha]

An amazing poem once again I love it! The beat is wonderful. An intriguing read! :)

[Matthew Kult]

Hello Selene,

An interesting woman I would love to share time with. Would be a lovely evening the two of us, quiet.....charged...fluent.

A beautiful 3d image on a black and white 2d screen.

Magical.

Regards,

Matthew

[Ed Hart]

rap trap
siren call
me without a mast
at all

[Wildfleour]

So many images tumbling one after the other, of power and control (and the lack of)

My favorite part:

he, her handler

hands her over

crippled

with unrestricted power

[Brad]

zippity f*****g do da...damn, baby, this was rough and raw, heard you purr this over beer stained mic...mee yow

[Larry Dyson]

she is but a girl and she is already..."the girl with dizzy hands
faints
feints
she'll make you catch your breath
sauce at the corner of a steady stare
she flaunts iconic spots
miss cheetah
miss cheater
mistreat her
she germinates sweet succor"
gutter girl ...lost to childhood

[David W Moore III]

I'm dizzy (in a great way) riveting as always. After I had spun around and faced forward again, I was left in a whirlwind of feelings. Your works are so evocative. Thank you for sharing.

[Emily B]

wow

[Jibey]

Surreal... I just find myself sliding in and out, lubricated by your words, feeling your dizzy hand somehow working me into a blaze of sparkling images, captivated by your gipsy skirts until my belly is empty...