Maya Angelou

Junkie Monkey Reel

Shoulders sag, The pull of weighted needling. Arms drag, smacking wet in soft bone Sockets. Knees thaw, Their familiar magic lost. Old bend and Lock and bend forgot. Teeth rock in fetid gums. Eyes dart, die, then float in Simian juice. Brains reel, Master charts of old ideas erased. The Routes are gone beneath the tracks Of desert caravans, pre-slavery Years ago. Dreams fail, Unguarded fears on homeward streets Embrace. Throttling in a dark revenge Murder is its sweet romance. How long will This monkey dance?

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