Statis of Midnite By Devin Majkut
Recorded on the 2004 Hip Hop Hope Album
These are my Angeles tales
I'm dripping with
Scarves of
Peacock feathers.
I am green,
Shining with
Eyes that
Never blink.
This is my last chance, your last oasis
I light candles
My bones are fluorescent.
I am flame-white
At his side
More truth than
He ever imagined
He thinks
Bone of my bone
Bone
Within
My bone.
Young boys must be like this
Unformed as sunlight
Infinitely white
Unmolested
Lying flat on their bellies
And
Virgin girls
Flaunting their
Slim architecture
Cymbals tied to their fingers
Symbols tattooed on their fingers
He gasps
Startled by the face
Of his mother
Still young
Hair black
A mane held by
Tortoiseshell combs
As I fall back
Opening the place
Where
This earth intersects,
Deathless
Pure
Statis of midnite
A boy watches a
Womyn
Trace her lips
With scented blood
Mouth hard as a star
The air is salty
Wind and quartz
Summer in Los Angeles
Its sheer dresses were catching fire and its hair was a flood,
spilling flower children and daughters of the moon.
Its hips were causing earthquakes with her
belly-dancing erotica movements…but how beautiful she was.
I warmed,
wished to be able to fold back up inside her
where i had come from.
I wanted to be
my mother
my grandmother
Guadalupe.
I wanted to be my red-haired bougainvillea valentine in her magenta house.
Teeny martini perched on her glass.
Irish in his white cotton shirt
doing magic tricks
and writing poetry
I wanted to be eve,
I wanted to be Los Angeles.
L.A. is a beautiful prostitute with bougainvillea
blossom-pink lips
blonde hair extending to her waist
stiletto heels straining the muscles in her calves.
Promising opate dazzle if you pay her enough..
and she doesn't just want money..