before oxford (at the memphis airport

mississippi hot spot
searching the skyline for slender metal arms
knowing this black man is going to land

just like before
dream
change
dream
change

dream about how
if only
this one can do it

wonder if we'll riot?--
we'll riot
if conservative cunt and cancer
ooze their broken agenda into the already stale and stinking room (it's yellow now)
putrid from sandy lies and oily wretched buys

podium battles
raging for the big saddle
today i saw a man pissing on the side of the road
wonder if he cares about show downs and promises

big talks centered around unresolved issues
think money can assist you??
'hell fucking yeah it can--you ever tried to buy food with borrowed time?'

american health fasted on food to soon
our obese nation will give weigh under weight
buckle
po' boy buckle
and see how the land of milk and honey no longer suckles
riches
no matter
how deep
we dig
no matter
how much
we dish
out

it's all coming back--the wind says so
with hurricane blows tornado shows and quaking bedrock
it's a conundrum of the clock

taking sharp account
of everyone who said the bible told me so
scripture wrapped around the nails of a government made green from scraping unseen bargains
jargon
and the good people left behind let out into a concrete wilderness
where voice is death
where broken backs tell of familiar stories
familiar history-

books written sold and told--
wonder
who'll write
the next one
changing everything back again

the hot mississippi night
lingering
for a good fight