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Wrestling with the Black Angel
“He remained alone:
and behold a man
wrestled with him
till morning”
—Genesis 32: 24
Wrestling with Tyrone—
It be like wrestling Angels
Tyrone Black Angel.
It wasn’t easy—
Wrestling with young Afro-Angels
It be mostly hard.
It be awful hard—
Outta Genesis dontchaknow
Holy Mackerel, Andy!!!
*
I be like Jacob—
Wrestling there at Phanuel
With young Angel.
I be like Tyrone—
Didn’t wanna let him go
He be a young Lord.
The look on his Face—
It done shone without much grace
He be real Skanky.
*
Tyrone came so hard—
He had to limp afterwards
He’d like sprain his Thigh.
Sometimes he’d sprain his—
Neck like a bad charley horse
He’d go Spaz on me.
He’d be so butchy—
And masculine even when
He whimpered real bad.
*
He’d call me bad names—
The usual “cocksucker”
And “fuckin’ faggot.”
The way he said it—
It be like he wasn’t talkin’
To me at all…just himself.
The look on his face—
Wasn’t very Angelic
It be Devilish…
*
Like he be letting—
Me see something he didn’t
Wanna like show me much.
So vulnerable—
Not being able to help it
Himself losing it.
And yet he lost it—
He lost it really so nice
It be a real Nutcracker…
*
His male innocence—
That’s what I sucked outta him
I couldn’t believe it.
Excruciatingly—
Angelic ejaculations
Awful shudderings.
Busting his Nut—
All Heaven be crashin’ down
Onto his wide shoulders.
*
Burying his kinky head—
In the pillow so that I
Couldn’t see his Face.
His distended Face—
The look of a falling angel
Collapsing into himself.
Terrible Other—
Who nobody gets to see
Or taste except for me…
*
My young Afro-Angel—
My lanky dinge kid brother
Enslaving me all the way.
Doing the down-low—
Like L.Q.C. in Mississippi
Thucydus McCaslin brother.
Young Ike late last night—
Reading the ledgers amazed
Getting into the Truth.
*
How convoluted—
Going Down On Moses could
Be so labyrinthine.
Because the Planters
Mississippi Delta Bourbons
Played a crooked deck.
On the Delta Queen—
Poker into humid nights
Betting on human beings…
*
Designing their own—
Delta dynasties just like
Sutpen’s Hundred Acres.
With Buck & Billy—
Refusing to marry and
Drag out the Sham further.
Freeing their own slaves—
Letting them have the Mansion
Ditching L.Q.C. McCaslin.
*
Antebellum ruins—
Ruined dingy dynasties
What would Scarlett say?
Atlanta was burning—
Sherman was pillaging
The Deep South dying…
Mississippi nostalgia—
Tallahatchie Bridge suicides
Yazoo lynchings later on.
*
Percy ending up—
Rich View Carré whoremaster
His own plantation.
Just like Miss Reba—
Up there in nefarious Memphis
Temple Drake’s hot pussy.
Draining Alabama Red—
Banging her in a brass bed
Popeye howling like a dog.
*
That’s where Ike ends up—
Down there in the French Quarter
Percy Brownlee doin’ him.
Everybody that’s anybody—
Always ends up in the Big Easy
Where it’s easy to be hard.
I could feel it even now—
Getting off Tyrone years later
My dinge half-brother’s guilt…
*
Wrestling with his Angel—
Tyrone’s dinge doppelganger
His sullen Dinge Other.
All that Deep South karma—
Squirtin’ & oozin’ outta him bad
His thick McCaslin progeny.
The Deep South karma—
All those Slave Block sacrifices
Down in New Orleans.
*
Young Haitian boyz—
Dark-skinned Creole cock
Cajun Negro Zydeco songs….
It was the Deep South—
The Afro-American payback
Our curse & eternal tragedy.
Knowing it, tasting it—
Getting off Tyrone each time
Cross-eyed, spaz & hurtin’.
*
Planter’s guilt mine—
Haunted by a Siamese Twin
Enslaved whitey cocksucker.
Shine on mighty Titanic—
Ship of Fools goin’ down deep
All the Rich and Famous.
Like Uncle Buck McCaslin—
Enslaved to Percival Brownlee
Our racial sin payback time.
*
Once you’ve gone Black—
There aint no Turning back
From Colored Karma’s revenge.
The look on Tyrone’s face—
Losing himself to hurt & guilt
His own body the Result
Three hundred gone years—
Shine took it away from his Race
Milking every fuckin’ drop…
*
Tyrone my Black Angel—
Can I be blamed for loving him
Doing what L.Q.C. did so well?
Getting off Thucydus—
His Shadow Family kid brother
Like me & young Tyrone?
Breeding Thucydus for love—
Like it say in the dinge ledgers
Going down on Tommy Turl?
*
It be like Jacob—
Wrestling with the Strange Angel
Spraining his Sinew.
His thigh-bone connected—
To his tongue-bone and his
Tongue connected to God?
Speaking in Tongues—
That were Sprained & Hurt him
Made him Limp all his Life?
*
The Sinews of Language—
Masculine musculature macho
Whimpering male utterances.
Inarticulate oral intercourse—
Shine sinking down really fast
Titanic straining Testicles.
All that male muy macho—
Exiled from Doomed Eden
Me & my Mark of Cain…
*
Immaculate White Flesh—
Where be your Mojo Magic now?
Trailer Court White Trash man?
You got your dinge kid bro off—
Made him your carnal Caliban cock
Your Mandingo lover boy…
What’s gonna be your Karma—
After you wrestle with your Angel
And stare into the face of God?
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