#21

BONGOS:

Sexy Sexy Sex Gold

Led to a river and drowned
this was the ancient technique
which now is being undermined by the hose faucet and drain hole
the creation of water as an unnatural product brought to your homes
and inserted with such ease into your piping.
It's practically forced on ya!
And I am aware this newage alchemy may not surprise you
because it came slowly, but we're now faced with something wholly different
the components of course are basically the same I'll give you that!
Though it has been transformed into a commodity of the schottenfreud persuasion
striped bare of its organic mantle and handcuffed to the long limb of industry
these are the things that others must first desire.
Oh! there will be no lack in conviction or expense spared once it is bottled
and we will see it on the shelf realizing we had been unsatisfied since the beginning!
While the great King Midas rifles through our very own belongings
we will shout out in complete joy and utter disbelief
"See! This is the gold we found!"

BRASS:

A Lover's Flame

A Lover's Flame

Is thine flame so weak that it recedes with each whisper from a lover's breath?
Hast thou heard a knell in the winds of a lover's soft breeze?
Oh, the mistaken paths we tread.
These drafts intend new flames for your cooling embers
I confess, these intentions are not understood with ease.

Yet, I still wonder:
Such a gale as I now blow,
should, with a lover's flame,
yet a larger blaze bestow.

Perhaps it is thine own flame that doth not shine so bright.
Doth not true love shine with a fiercer light?

Ah, but as a lover, I must concede.
Perhaps this verse as kindling, be all it need.

# 19

BONGOS:




Sayer

the conversation rumbles into being: louis the fourteenth and louis the farrakhan walk into a bar. then into a woodchipper. it does not have the word for your blackness, but it is about your blackness. out you came. because you made the conversation about the word it does not have, lack became the word for your blackness. and halfness. deep in the hubbub of spew, the word. a tuft of question marks for hair. you know because you've heard its echo after someone knifed a drum with their lackness.








BRASS: