Management of Dada

The equation begins with D

Only it was not D

----Supernova---

The fierce belatedly called

Reality looking at the clock, yes, it was

Kind of… How else would you call those

Swollen eyes made up by dark eye-shadow, liner, mascara the morning after

Or that first Friday silent night lighting up to shots after bottles

Talking business with white folks while

Wearing grunge and spinning charm on that orange chair

Swivel eyes widening to that rare sight

--- Our Mama Mary flirts---

Oh children you haven’t seen

Nothing

Yet

Watch it

Turned on

--- See that burning---

Rummaging through that rabble of brain

----Buck Stand That Cock’s---

Watch it

Turned off

---Just business this of---

Whatever

Whoever

You get

----It has been turned off---

For along time and only on to the insanity of the brave

That exclusivity the aged and dying said

Only the hunger for warmth would break

---And the hungry are many---

That laughter as it watches the songs and dances refused

Irreverent as always

---White folks can’t dance---

Being hauled by big hands

That should not have been smoking with

---This white boy can dance---

Dance the old bossa nova

And after feeling the ripping

Walking out of the drumming noise of bodies on foreplay

Leaving Jack on the floor

Walking away straight into a cab

Leaving the car behind to the following concerned feet

---- Hey I know I don’t understand---

---- How it all feels hey---

---- Hey what about your---

---- I’m coming with you hey---

---- No I don’t care burn it for all I care---

Just had to go home where it’s safe does not make sense

Sleeps to wake up to messages stating a hotel room number

Simply puts on clothes and stuff

Some in a bag does not shower

Goes to the hotel and leaves the baggage behind

Walks around to here and there with a watcher waiting for it to explode

---Two stuffed cats, takes a picture, wanting to send---

Stops

Knows it is gift unwanted

Sits in UCC for coffee laughs

---Ah shit I forgot to put on underwear---

The watcher laughs

---Crazy kid…Listen, anything but don’t fuck around---

It won’t snorts

---Of course not that’s just fucking stupid----

Be calm to the screams and wails it was hearing

--- Those gutted ----

Does not feel anything except the supernova inside it

Has been muted

Made so by the absence of

---Consent---

Gets up, does, smiles, absorbs the tears of the bereaved, sits beside those surviving

Autopsies of dying of loved ones

----It is one of its skills---

Clowns reports the why now and then of

----The supernova as if it were weather----

This laughing DADADADADADADADADADADADADADADADADADADADADADA Pulsing Flat line

---Distance is the same---

--- No matter what does the leaving---

The absurd is living

Understandable burst

---Disconsolate made ---

Ah, son of a bitch

---Forever is a city with limits and love---

Turned out to be

--- A canned good that has an expiration date----

This sighing

---It is as it is not but not should be----

There be war then Laughing DADADADADADADADADADADADADADADADADADADADADADA Not linear to one without boxes is

Wings and spirals into the binary of good days

Twirls bad days the cold prepared still

Felt the shock clicking to the drill of surviving

--- Practice on being Job---

D is not blind to what happens one day

---Supernova leaves without a word----

Love goes to that store in the corner to buy cigarettes

And never comes back