Her stern copper face looks down on me,
Frédéric Auguste Bartholdi’s mother?
On closer inspection, can’t help but feel
That this is the Frenchman’s mad brother.
Bearing the torch and tabula ansata,
He invokes the chain of a broken law.
I am enlightened today –
Libertas is male: in shock but not awe.
Golden leaves colour the grey cold floor I walk on pondering. Born of Jamaicans plundered. My patois perplexes & my complexion: milk chocolate brown under the jaded sun. Perfectly bespoke – broken. I seethe on remembering my ancestor chanting a frantic Wolof song. He bashed his drum cementing his tongue to the roots. On the grainy pale beach lined by baobabs – I and I stood by but couldn’t understand the lingua. You know wa mi bloodclart mean?
it throws her campaign off guard – again
so she does not measure the drapes of the White House –
yet transparency lacks when it comes to Hillary
almost falling off her plane as FBI probe
release of damning new emails? New Hampshire roars
that once in high office a “criminal may be indicted.”
the cryptic announcement blinds the people –
Republicans rejoice as God wearily peers down.
If China has a stake in Heathrow Airport Holdings
Then I surmise the third runway authorized
Would be granted by Theresa May, naturally.
I am surprised that
Thousands of people die every year – air polluted:
I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe in central London
But who cares?
Ferrovial S.A., Qatar Holding LLC,
Caisse de dépôt et placement du Québec,
Government of Singapore Investment Corporation,
Alinda Capital Partners, China Investment Corporation
and Universities Superannuation Scheme (USS).
Brexit? I can hardly pronounce those investors.
Plus 25% extra for bulldozing homes?
I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe.
I see the Chief Economist towering over Brexit, as the common person reviles in benign betrayal while lifting toadstools in Tescos. Lamenting an experiment of overhaul: the imperfect structural coherence we knew to be reconstructed in beguiling new guise. The downward pound bumbles through the market, prices hiked and experts forecasting this exit who may? Politics cloaked in dark obfuscation, deflation apparently self-fulfilling, and this House of Cards I am building dramatically collapses.
That Sparks –
I project again
riding those high seas.
tangy orange surf board
a periscopic eye.
can you see me in the cross?
listen through Art?
riding those high seas.
The door open after bathing.
The steam oozes out a deep musky sigh.
She peek-a-boos through the pine door slats,
Across a narrow landing wanders her eye.
“Baby”, he calls her,
“Take a look – look.”
“Dis a wa form and born you.”
Her mouth open wide, peering in his eye,
She stands in shock as a pillar of stone.
Sniffle, snuffle, she starts to cry.
Crystal drops roll from her bashful brown eyes.
He leads her to the room on the right.
They lie down in a secure embrace,
As dawn breaks in through the curtains.