My dreams have taken on new shapes
Premonitions if only theories 
New effigies of mystery 
and premeditated murder.

Last night I was back at his house 
He never lets me go, until midnight birds call
I'm the server to his harbored whores
Lady Liberty in chains.

Screams courage between the sheets
And his emotional spouses, bipolar rape
That strange hatred tearing pages 
From my sketch of future embraces 
My parables of prophecy and races.

Love is like this--she says--she has 
His unborn moon, dangling from her 
like a talisman from her fingers
his hand measuring, lingers 
brutally....over everything.

She's weeping bitterly, 
they'll reap her words remaining 
like fields of flame, naming 
her blamed empire the same 
for his fractured stories.

This revolution scorned 
The thief dances on airtight lines
This way to Kingston- he cried
before the wards and sartorial
hopes that died.

Our kingdoms coming, High 
a cocaine coma white priestess 
Under the soma skies a horizon 
Ashes to Aisha goodbye....to those lovers
of our minds. We're leaving them...
And their petty bright wonders....

To Kingston come.