Monday, February 14, 2011

GOING DOWN ON MOSES IV


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GOING DOWN ON MOSES IV
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Cain and Kid Able

“slaughtered
Cain’s brother”
—James Baldwin
“A Lover’s Question,”
Jimmy’s Blues

I keep coming back—
To brotherly love for some
Kind of, well, I don’t know…

I don’t know what to—
Call it anymore because
It’s always been there.

It’s not anything—
About “gay life style” choices
Identity politics.

*

It’s more Biblical—
Chosen to hide my dinge love
Guilt and shameless sins.

It was bad enough—
His older brother was gay
He could live with that.

But like Cain I was—
Infatuated with my
Younger kid brother.

*

I was queer for him—
Adam & Eve knew it too
The Serpent queered me.

I was the first fag—
Who lived East of Eden then
Cursed by the Devil.

The Forbidden Fruit—
Well-hung hanging down there
Between Able’s legs…

*

Yes, Able knew it—
He played hard to get with it
Like during high school.

He’d let me see it—
Liked to see me get down
And suck it sometimes.

I had to beg tho—
You know how hard that is tho
With a snotty kid?

*

I knew he beat off—
Every chance he could fuckin
Get in the showers.

The walls were coated—
With spermy slime & teenage
Sticky awful cum.

I get in there—
And lick the walls & the floors
To get some fresh stuff.

*

That’s how bad it got—
The Mark of Cain my pouty
Cocksucking queer lips.

“Snake-Lips” he called me—
The same nickname Faulkner had
When he was a kid.

Able my dinge bro—
Pale mauve albino smooth skin
But his dick was black.

*

Able had 10 inches—
Once I got him off there was
No turning back then.

Like Mapplethorpe—
His “Man in Polyester Suit”
I couldn’t help it.

Mother remarried—
But she really just shacked up
With a jazz sax player.

*

After her divorce—
She ran off to Chicago
For some risqué action.

I can’t blame her much—
Her husband my father was
A real no-good shit.

He was fucking around—
With a rich widow who spoiled
Him really bad for sex.

*

Mother came back pregnant—
Fucked silly by her nightclub
Jazz band lover man.

Tyrone became her—
Love-child to remind her
Her Windy City fling.

I saw some photos—
Tall, talented & loaded
Smoked weed all the time.

*

Tyrone looked just like him—
Was built just like his father
Endowed like him too.

That’s what I wanted—
What Mommy Dearest possessed
A handsome black stud.

Mother & I both knew—
Her Shadow Family back
There in Chicago.

*

Tyrone her love-child—
Was just as much a gift to
Her as he was to me.

My incestuous—
And miscegenal romance
Was my Obsession.

Beauty is skin-deep—
But dinge-desire goes all the
Way down to the Bone.

*

Going down on Moses—
A perverse three-way affair
Guilt, desire & dinge.

That was way back then—
In the early Sixties when
Dinge love had no name.

Being homo for—
Your young kid brother was
Down & dirty stuff.

*

Doin’ the down-low—
His Shadow Family roots
Sunk down deep into me.

Thick varicose vein—
All the way down to Tyrone’s
Saxophonist nutsac.

So soft & tender—
Oozing with thick baby-paste
Tyrone’s Negro snot.

*

I could taste it oozing—
Slow as a slug leaving its
Slimy track down my throat.

I couldn’t help it—
He was my love-child badboy
I needed him bad.

But he knew it too—
You know how bad they can get
Spoiled ungrateful Brats.

*

The three-way between—
Tyrone’s philoprogenitive
Dark veiny penis.

It was the same thing—
That got Bon the Beautiful
In trouble with Sutpen.

His mother was a Haitian—
Daughter of a French planter
Who had a black wife.

*

The same with Tyrone—
Except it was the male thing
That troubled Tyrone.

Tyrone was endowed—
All the way back to Africa
Thru Chicago Windy City.

His dinge genitals—
His closet genealogy
Shadow Family.

*

I could hear Kurtz scream—
“The horror! The horror!!!”
Heart of Darkness boner.

Kurtz cursed by Africa—
Yet addicted to African
Dingeness just like me…

I showed him a pic—
A nightclub band playing
Then I got him off.

*

Tyrone hated me—
“You should’ve been a whore
The way you love Dinge.”

I couldn’t help it—
Being so shamelessly some
Dirty fuckin’ white boy.

Tyrone meant business—
Pretty soon I had to pay
To get the good stuff.

*

The Mark of Cain mine—
East of Eden every night
Getting his Serpent off.

The same one back there—
In the Garden of Shame
With the Fall of Adam…

Both Adam & Able—
Afro-American groins
Their hot dinge genitals…

*

Young Able well-hung—
Just like his father Adam
He had a black Snake.

Afro-Adam came—
Into the Garden of Eve
Late Pleistocene prick.

As the glaciers—
Receded slowly northward
Europe opened up.

*

Garden of Edens—
Springing up from fertile soils
Tense terminal moraines.

Spraining the strong necks—
Many Afro-European hunks
Well hung from the Tree.

Like handsome Able—
Who was more than able
Getting off 3-times in a row.

*

There were many Eves—
And many Adams back then
Migrating northward.

East of Eden badboyz—
Hanging around the Garden too
The fertile Deep South.

Antebellum mystique—
Mississippi Delta Bourbons
Snakes in the Garden…

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