Before
Barack Obama,
there was
Amiri Baraka;
after
Obama,
there still
will be
Baraka –
it is a matter
of fact,
no snide
or slight
or malediction
here,
it is just
a matter
of fact –
Baraka-Obama…
one was hatched
from the womb
of a white hen,
the other simply poked
his shaft into
the womb-ways
of a white hen
and hatched
a whopping brood
of half-white
chicks…
Yo,
Barack,
Baraka
is the daddy
you never had;
perhaps
the daddy
you never fathomed
or craved –
and yet,
the daddy
you replaced…
all one blood
and soul,
all one soul
and blood…
in your face
Mister O’fay,
I have been gorged
beyond containment,
let me hunch down
and do it royally
while I still can,
shit solid
and lumpy
like goose-bumps
and pimples
in your
brumal face,
cold like the blue-eyed
stare of death
on resurrection
day –
I was downstream
with my folks
minding my own
business and doing
my own
damn thing,
when you rudely
burst upon
my hearth,
uninvited and
unannounced and
raped my mama
and grandma
and sister and
even the dog –
it is payback time
Herr O’fay
of the fairy tales,
I intend
to hunch down,
do some real
royal shitting
and rub
your beak-like nose
in it,
the snotty
front-edge
of it,
red like
a baboon’s
butts…
sharp
like a thorn
in my butt…
I intend
to shit
titanic and
rub your lipless
snout in it –
1/10/14