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Yellow Pedals

from Avenue Of Champions by ROBALU GIBSUN

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Yellow petals holding shoulders
Purples complementing sun-dipped hair
He laughs in theatre blacks, this is no act
Smile warm captured, in a still… Catch language with a lyricist grip
Spit / bright / through / night / God shooting stars into cypress heads
Yet no death to wreck, joys rebuilt / Prose is cleanly relived
I visit a paradise / south of depressed Make art to pay billers
Exposed to the dealings of criminals Banks in an automatic fit with us
I howl at the owl in the bush “Whoooooooooo knows?”
The beaver bucked “Goddamn it”
How’d I get up in this act, please map my escape route
When the white dude start talking about minorities I think- majority
Lightning in thunder heads complete Stories seeded above peach street lights /
beading the land, fearful death, where the yogis at? Listen to a YOKI track
This is Unlucky Bastards, jamming, vested, blam in western
Chill anime slaps go good to Lucille Clifton interviews, teach us
Secrets in the edge of cremation steps All human beings
Apply everything on the brain at the same time
Exit this blasted planet, Aquarius Flows
Carry your rain eye, cry until the splash darkens the boot
Jimmy Baldwin, what a poet must do?
Write our truths from the artist’s point of view, responsible /
to light the people’s darkness
No matter what happens, you’ll survive it / Don’t cheat, don’t lie /
Glory is on my mind Angels strike plane wings I blink feathers vanish
Never make it to the landing, no crime to souls: Invest money into total risk
Where I need to go? In the corner again? Watch a spider climb a silk rope and grits
Gold Folgers, mama smiling, daddy smoking
like the spatula poking salmon in the pan
Holy Ghost of the Northside of Richmond
Tipped sick men with encouragement, willpower rippled…
beyond the grave We inhaled the last breath so we carry him
7 days pass and then the cells go to gas I laugh as hard as I can
Inhale the past: Hospital rooms dry Erase the dates Patients left confused
A complex of bones. No, that’s not my Dad - Death, I want him back!

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from Avenue Of Champions, released February 5, 2021
prod. unlucky bastards

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