Tuesday, March 31, 2020

March 31st, 2020 I’m (a) 40 (oz of fear) (after nichola torbett after bayo akomolafe)

In Kansas
The storms
Are watched from porches
With pride
Potential projectiles
Stabilized
Grasslands watered
In case of lightning strike
The belly of the beast
Has absolute center
In a portal to oz
So
On my porch i sit
To stare 
Death in the pouch
A crumbling decay
That has festered far below the surface
Where bottom feeders dwell
Where the spirit of Olokum
Communes with drowned african ancestry
Crippled with legions, Babalu Aye’s possessions
Are crushed in a cop owned dump trunk
And even the wealthy
Are bowed beneath the hand of pestilence
Ain’t gone be no more crumpets and tea
No more flights of fancy
No more self-help motivational speeches
No
This is the time of the storm
Let that sink you
Let the old you die
And be young again

ashe

Sunday, March 29, 2020

Dark Prophet Poetry Challenge Day 2: Oya

now the goddess game begins
take me oya
mistress of darkness
queen of the 9 rainbow ancestors
rattled seed pods

i know your sword drips with blood
i know your eyes fill with death
but if you could
dear mother
see us through this growing cemetery
horsewhip paths through corpses
purple eggplant
shines the black
feet turn in ashes
wind storms the gates
skeleton army to the fray
heart to earth
ear to spirit
words to youth
you will survive
even if we don't
ashe

Dark Prophet Poetry Challenge Day 1

to Babalu Aye
why don't you send that root
the one that remembers
all of your grandmother's recipes
the rough hands of grandfather
and the names of plants and animals
we see you hunched
crutch in arm
pock marked lungs
struggling to stay dry
beneath dirty water bridges
and tent cities
and refugee camps
waiting for the apocalypse
to reveal your true nature
the stolen land
the burned bridges
the sad demons
just waiting for a touch
in their social isolation
waiting for a chance
to bake fresh bread
play dress up
build a garden
milk some goats
and have a brass band parade
but Babalu Aye
if you hear this call
root us in
tickle
open
roasted corn
fresh coconut
smoked fish
dry wine
an altar of stones
a field in woods
ashe