Full Born Spoken Seed Free Poem

For a short of relevance

he was a part of each limb

we got them same eyes

the same twisted power of anatomy

heels that rule the dance

siphoned James Brown's good foot

one of few ways

to speak him good

but soon colloquies of similarity

became thin and emotions became icicles

kissed by frost

he told people he didn’t know

who I was

I never expected apathy

but feel nothing

positively, felt nothing at all

expected at least illusions of rejection

thinking he was worth hallucinations

there was never one tear

except to be repulsed of a stranger

boasting he brought me into atmosphere

convincing other’s of my roots

attachments

her striking appearance

is of mine he said

he didn’t know of the laughter he

Inspired

No one saw visions as he would spin

without notice I grin from one side

when I think of him myself

wishing to defect the kinship

of your pretty brown

mess around here and forget

you ain't the only one who can get down

Your loss...my father

Upon your retreat you will listen for my respect