oft

oft

oft oft

it behoves

them

 

to racist me

and

I feel like the sound of a harp

oft

 

I resonate, when I'm

a warehouse at night

packed with

people

 

oft have I travelled

in realms

oft

arrived

 

in in in

a wide expanse

where they racist me

with thoughts

 

knuckle me

figuratively

oft

oft, often

 

the stars in their nipples

abrade me

I have

no rancour

 

often, misconceived

literally

their engagement

with buffaloes

 

as in my heaving

brain, they should not

leave me alone

oft have I

 

disremembered

the past ambiguities

trials and trialled

into the haze

 

oft my head turned

to your mouth

but you said nothing

I had to wonder

 

if there were wisdom

wisdom at any time

at least in

this epoch

 

on a drifting door over the emptiness

of sea mongering

scenes, don't make a scene

oft repeated

 

the calamity of slurs

forced to eat grass

or uncooked grain,

bedazzled

 

by their turpitude

I'm the Nebuchadnezzar of now

the graceless of

daze