saw the finish before it ended

four years go by
the span of first black Presidents
fore’ I could hear the corners of your mouth turn again
spilled many a costly tasteful drink below honoring you
knew somehow that was the start of the ending
smelled ominous smoking of charcoal and good bye
in the distant Congo and Kenyan stars
then one phone call of luscious voluminosity pressed against
the alternative… expressive taupe puffs as if we had burned
heard things blowing… felt the brisk tongue of a winter that I wouldn’t
be able to fend off …brought back the beginning time
without hearing your voice prepared me
for destitution soon…ashes of your company

are the by gone moments from beautiful bones
an African dream


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