Buitiful down here below

Buitiful down here below

A boy like that will kill your muothah stick to your kind New York streets alleyways dither dither dither Maria i just met a boy a girl named Maria Maria. A boy like that.

Lotus camel caramel legs sitting on a blue mattress in mentone. Vagina shell pods abreast green grasses hanging like bats bats hanging like bunches of grapes past Mentone Uniting Church Venice Street. 2 souls in beach chairs talk looking afront the beige square monstrosity Villa on Venice the man in a cotton hat i wonder the decor inside the lovely architecture and a voyage to Tuscany et Firenze cette annee. How come bees hum hum hummmmming aloft a jacaranda tree.

I saw a bebe skull sitting in a white gum tree with flailing skins hanging sheets flayed bark paper in the afternoon sun on Naples Street the skull upside down staring speaking our silent language. I know i know she is me and i'm it i'm her there sitting waiting in the tree beneath branches and leaves a vision for birds and possums and creatures with my eyes that wander and...

Stick to your own kind your own kind Maria. Where does a magpie live when i don't see his black n white tail feathers? What type of bird was that i looked singing in that tree? he her with lightish blue feathers breast not at me but teasing another. Syrup and hot buttered biscuits from mama's oven in the kitchen a brown tiled linoleum floor avec squares. Golden yellow couches legs across me and my brother Noah caramel smiles unaged teeth the future in front of us both. I want eggs. Loggerhead turtles dancing in turquoise waters South Pacific island Anuta slurping live electric worms 1 special minutes of the year. Killer sharks homing to savage young albatrosses burdened with the weight of inexperience and myopic wings. Patient sharks feed from tables of ocean pacific and smile gleefully unashamed to prostrate jutting triangle daggers that kiss the clear blue heavens with Darwinian sunshine a nonchalant instinct supine et sublime. Gather me there my ocean friend.

Take me home riding the dorsals of water creatures in the deep the deep deep depths take me home a somewhere else my strong golden thighs grasping pale grey blubber flesh a lasso thru jagged open territory guides me through darkened caves deep deep I'm there i'm there unafraid a faint light reddish seen off yonder there take me there take me there my ocean water creature friend. I've returned Is this home where i once was? Do they remembre moi ici? Do you recognize my face i don't have dorsal fins but I got 10 toes prehistoric and a long graceful neck is the sea turtle my cousin? Am i a crab sans a vertebra or an occipital bone? I love i am loved here beneath the horizon ships glide
above far above.

I'm here down below. I never knew you Abbey Lincoln but i heard your searing i miss you i have left you your soulfulness your struggle for an honesty with a price and sacrifice paid. A long life blessed with a meaning seen no felt et heard adorning a leopard cheetah fedora cool authentic beauty astrut a New York street stands with a poetic fist pavement proud existentially alone though a legacy left of millions through time et art. Heard around miles ears and hearts that need touching ahahhhaaahhhhhahhh help me! down here below i'm coming i'm coming take me lost but not alone these creatures these creatures down below sont mes amies The ocean now my home here below ballast moi give me strength i'm here below the inkness surrounds me i swallow long hard and i breathe i like it i likit it is my nectar my jus d'orange drank sur paris streets a pres de L'arc de Triomphe. Where does Haytham a Jordanian lion sit now? I remember his touch thick black hair eyes of owl round protuberances that loved me as a funny clown wearing a red nose earning the crowds coins dans les Champs l'Elysees et chaque annee sur la plage de Rimini en Italie at night in front of cafes with chairs sitting on la rue La Defense in the Baron Haussmann distance a citadel rectangle Place de la Concorde Balzac grande et noir granite cloaked in history et words in novels during times of blood et slaughter. I remembre 12 Bis Ave rue Mac Mahon avec 125 escaliers j'ai marche Rue de Kleber apres class @ Parsons Paris making fashion et learning life sometimes afraid mais toujours aware that this is now and it's passing et i'm i'm it now. I remembre and je think i think Je pense Awakening
j'ai awakening. I'm in the deep sea creatures swimming surround me I'm safe here
it is warm it is wet.

Will mama visit me here? I'm waiting to hold her to embrace my past and remembre et talk talk about baked sweet potatoes hot out of the oven cold butter mingling avec orange flesh and ate with her Southern mouth et eyes resigned to what is. Did she have any regret or remorse any unsaid feelings as the heat of the sweet potatoe with blackened skin suckled her nose and touched the tip of mama's tongue? Did she wonder her children's scars and their fears their nightmares and the dark closed closets? Does she savour synaptic spaces of betrayal a love concrete yet mute? Does mama know that her loving me continues to erupt and sprew spilling from volcanoes that scorch my brain creating spirit craters that transfigure? Do the dead suffer?

I am floating now floating between today and the day i too become bone. I go down into the deep. My home i live below below down there below. The ocean creatures these beasts of the sea below are my family sustain me above aloft searching for. I am alone and love down here below. Sea turtles are my friends. We dance we laugh. We swallow life and breathe. We tell each other our story. Water waits. I am swimming among memory down here below. Sea beasts are my brothers and sisters. I feel this visceral wetness caressing naked raw buitiful am I. The sea the sea deep has become grey and white.
We carry each other home.

--maxime
le 3, 4 janvier 2011