KWEE Liberian Literary Magazine Jan. Iss. Vol. 0115 Feb Vol. 0215 | Page 70

Liberian Literary Magazine February Issue 0215 assaulted by pellets of raindrops, prisons of w ords entrapping us betw een parentheses — tw o bat w ings curv ing cynical smiles Feeling Fucked Up Etheridge Knight Lord she's gone done left me done packed still, there is something here, that, perhaps, needs explaining beyond the hopelessness of miles, the light at the end of a midnight tunnel — w here some say a speeding train is bulleting right at us —— so w here do the tumbling w ords spend themselv es after they hav e spent all meaning residing in the w arehouse of language, after they hav e slipped from our lips, like skiers on ice slopes, strung together w ords linking themselv es through smoke, w here do the symbols they carry stop ev erything, put dow n roots, cleanse themselv es of ev erything but clarity —— though here eye might be / up and split and I w ith no w ay to make her come back and ev eryw here the w orld is bare bright bone w hite crystal sand glistens dope death dead dying and jiv ing drov e her aw ay made her take her laughter and her smiles and her softness and her midnight sighs-Fuck Coltrane and music and clouds drifting in the sky fuck the sea and trees and the sky and birds asking a little too much of any and alligators and all the animals that roam poet's head, full as it w ere w ith doubleentendres the earth fuck marx and mao fuck fidel and nkrumah and On Being Brought from Africa to America democracy and communism fuck s mack and pot Phillis Wheatley 'Tw as mercy brought me from my Pagan land, Taught my benighted soul to understand That there's a God, that there's a Sav iour too: Once I redemption neither sought nor knew. Some v iew our sable race w ith scornful eye, "Their colour is a diabolic die." Remember, Christians, Negro's, black as Cain, May be refin'd, and join th' angelic train. and red ripe tomatoes fuck joseph fuck mary fuck god jesus and all the disciples fuck fanon nixon and malcom fuck the rev olution fuck freedom fuck the w hole muthafucking thing all i w ant now is my w oman back so my soul can sing 56