Bloodlines, 2020
contract phones white tiger skin tones
privileged drone ring tones
hone in on our phones zone
avoid contact zones while we roam
do tigers bury bones?
we’ve written tomes
reflecting on the homes
you ripped away from us with guns to the dome
raped our culture
left us alone
a thousand cuts
skins left hanging from tiger bones
salt bullets and blood red tan lines
dermatological diagnostics of colonial crimes
big bad bedtime stories seen in bad dreams
bloodlines across time double stitched into our genes
ticking times seen unclean across multiple crime scenes
licking limes and fresh flesh wounds as pussy cat memes
what you see is what you get
so the big cat say uhh i’m in the mood for love
uhh
we meditate to contemplate
then elevate
suckas we relegate
rain chocolate sprinkle caramel dust
on our dusky skin from dawn to dusk
while you continue your blood lust
Dhyāna, 2020
locked up
shut out
shut up
locked in
lock arff
white ruse
of the white cube
white washed
white walls and whitehalls
echoing silent violent
white noise open calls
galleries that look hip
drip blood from the whip like galleys of a slave ship