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

[Lachenille Papillion]

A lush dance from the waning gloom through the moments of a young couples good and bad admiration, through the history of a nation brought to light in the scarce hands of a man who peddles life's moments for a chance to supper on the morrow. Enchanting vocabulary, loved rapacious and aplomb, and felt the memory come to life in a quick appreciative breath. As always, you are our enchantress of tales, dear Selene.

[Robin]

swimming in your soulstream

[Dream Weaver]

Can I say one word ? Authoritative!!!!
awesomely done.....