in henri rousseau's dream

in henri rousseau's dream
the wad of cloth between
your legs become too much
you pull and pull at it
your palms explode into wildflowers
your hair is still your hair
and all the world is
         is

bronze

bronze body

among black bodies

i'm older now 

so put a lot of ice in it

mediation water 

can talk to ya

the big bearded duh

talks to ya

this final fantasy

talks to ya

i get in a car 

and already it's too far

get the fuck out quick 

at least wear the seatbelt
while texting

i saw roger rabbit 

twice on WB17

i'm glad i came 

despite the rain

in a dream that night 

i blessed a man

he smiled at me

now imbued

with the courage to do 

what he needs to do