ATLien Ghostrides the Whip to Stankonia Studios
w/ a gangster lean undaunted as the gnat who swims upstream in a cold swig of Old English Daily i evade The Elements Push the whip [ship] from Decatur 20kHz west Yes daily they keep watch over us They clock my intelligent dark skinsuit as housefly exoskeleton i survive weave lanes white knuckle pursued en masse & mono- chromatic [assumed] despite this high stakes Cluedo: Bluebottle-black fly w/ the water- logged Brunswick Times Malice-ridden Greenfly w/ the anodized black metal rolling pins When sun disintegrates caste & phylum the Americans will all learn French vacate hitch to Martinique hear history romance- lingua franca echoes of dissident dance Until back in Brooklyn or Bankhead they begin to catch Afro-Caribbean backbeats in alien accents Until the distance between islands fissures Until there exists among us an oasis- mirage across even interstate lanes Until the map is extinct horseshit & every driver in rush hour traffic resembles those golden stones James Wright noticed while lying on William Duffy’s hammock until terrestrials see beauty teeming at every volta & blink swarming Earth reeking & We obsidian-backed winged clinging to it making eyes at one another