To shape
FOR THE REVEREND GARY DAVIS I shape my hands into a circle
everything inside becomes an expansive tunnel
for some dirty train to run through
drive through
unpaid prison laborers lay down tracks through this tunnel.
Hands unshape themselves
not actively un-shaping, just moving
everything inside becomes an expansive tunnel
for some dirty train to run through
drive through
unpaid prison laborers lay down tracks through this tunnel.
Hands unshape themselves
not actively un-shaping, just moving
the shape of a body changes
un-shape themselves, un-circle foldfold onto themselves softly
orchestrating tunnel’s collapse
there is a light there is a light there is always a light at the end of the tunnel lie
orchestrating tunnel’s collapse
there is a light there is a light there is always a light at the end of the tunnel lie
lie
sweet lie like smooth liquer to parched spirit
sweet lie like smooth liquer to parched spirit
lilac lie
lilac lie pink lie green lie
lilac lie pink lie green lie
lie like lye to kinky haired scalp and all those curls unfolding themselves
like the most unnatural hands
actively un-shaping purposeful moving
actively un-shaping purposeful moving
the shape of a body does not change
