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Sunday, April 27, 2008

Poetry by A.M.Spaulding

(TILL KING-DON’ COME)
BY A.M. SPAULDING

IT WAS A BLOODY SUNDAY.
I WALKED THROUGH A BLOODY FIELD.
BOUGHT WITH 30 PIECES OF SIL’
OR RIGHTEOUS SOULS THAT GOT PLUCKED BY A 9 MIL’

EVERY DIRECTION THE KING TURN IS CHAOS.
A MONSTROUS VITRIOL/

THEY SPIT AT HIM;
GOD THEY THROWING 'SHIT' AT HIM.
HIM?
HE CAME IN PEACE.
NOT EYE FOR AN EYE.
HE TURNED THE OTHER CHEEK.
SOUASHING BEEFS IN MIRACULOUS FASHION.
HE TAMED SOME HOODED DRAGONS.
MADE ME IMAGINE HOW I COULD MIMC HIM
WITH MIMETIC AND APPLIED SCIENCES.
APPLIED THE BLUE PRINT T0 MY SOCIAL
DISPENSATION AND CREATE NEW SOCIAL CONSTRUCTS.

IN TOUCH WITH MY HIGHER-SELF
NOT MY LIAR-SELF.

SEE.EVEN.LIONS.MAKE.ARRANGEMENTS.
(SELMA)

I'M CROSSING THE NARROW BRIDGE
OF EARTHS NATURAL DORMITORY
TO ETERNAL LIFE"S MANSION.
LEGACY!

THEY GON' TALK ABOUT ME,
LIKE THEY TALK ABOUT HIM!
FOREVER!
TILL' KING DON' COME



IS THAT JAZZ? PART II
A.M. SPAULDING

LET YOUR EARS HAVE A FRONT ROW SEAT
AS I SPEAK ZIPPING RHYTHMS
LIQUIFIED INTO INFECTED HEROIN NEEDLES.

DOPE AIN’T IT?

SHOOT IT BETWEEN YO’ TOES
AND YO' LEFT FOOT BEGINS TO TWITCH.

THAT'S THAT FUNKY "JUNKY" JAZZ ITCH.

SOUNDS LIKE AFRICAN ACOUSTICS.
"YOU!"
YEAH YOU BLUE-BLACK-BROWN SUGAR BABY-
WITH THE BUSHY BUMP BRONZED LIKE BUTTER BISOUITS.

"FIX IT!"
QUICK!
MIX IT!
YEAH. E'FLAT
G. B'FLAT-MAJOR SHIT IS ALL I DO!

NOW YOU.
SECOND FROM THE BACK.
RIGHT PEW.
HIT THAT!
"HIGH HAT!"
TURN YO' CAP FOR TIPS.
AND TAKE A TRIP OFF THIS.

(SCAT)---

JIPSY BLACK CAT-LOOSE MOOSE-GRIZZLY BEAR-JAZZ SCAT-
LAZY WILD HAIR WITH A SKIP COUNT SITTING
ON A JAZZ SAX SOLO.

"THAT'S LOCO!"

LOVE THAT MORE THAN A CIRCUS MONKEY
ON YO’ BACK TUNING STRIDE PIANO
PLAYING THE KEY OF COCO.
(SNIFF --------- )

BAKING SODA BASS CLEF THAT'S A
'NO NO!
A NO GO!

PUT THAT THANG IN A CHICKEN CHOKE HOLD
"TELL'EM DADDY'O!"

IT'S ALL PURE!
THE CURE TO YOUR AILS.

THE HELL-WHAT THE HELL-JAIL CELL-
FULL PRICE NO SALE- SAILING A BEDAZZLED VAGINA
WET LIKE A WHALES TAIL-SMELLS LIKE
A STEAMING LOCOMOTIVE OFF RAIL
COMING RIGHT AT YOU.
"WHOO-HOO!"

THAT'S JAZZ TIMES TWO.

THIS IS JAZZ PART 2, 3.
VOMITS SIDE MY COLLABORATION OF CONCOCTED


JAZZ POETRY.


Anthony Spaulding  K54932
Stateville Correctional Center
P.O. Box 112
Joliet, IL 6043

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