Who Defeated Henry Dumas?

there is an ancient game of telephone
when men broach the topic of Henry Dumas they must
ejaculate, as solemnly as they may
"Henry Dumas was tragically killed in 1968 by a white New York City Transit Officer in a case of mistaken identity"
have you ever wondered about the most important lesson in the universe?
one so vital that you must take every precaution to ensure it is taught to all among us
mouths supposedly grow tired
but no mouths grow tired speaking of the passing of Henry Dumas
i don't suppose the death of Henry Dumas
is the most important lesson in world
and before the next mouth opens to explain to me
the tragedy of the murder of Henry Dumas
i hope that that mouth
considers what it supposes
to be so vital
that they must speak of his death
rather than what they think his afterlife is like

dogodogondogon

you don't feel enlightened after listening to a high priestess, that
was a prerequisite to be in her audience
now i have keys like coupons
on the verge of handing them out on the street
i believe in the product; you don't know if it will work for you
like it does for me and i
suppose you would think that
we can't use the same door anyway, colored folk
you are colored folf, you, have ash on your forehead, you
take those memories with you, you, know sacrifice when you see it but only because
you only see sacrifice
i can't take all these loved ones with me so i don't go
yet, that might be cultish
but i'm still offended by the occult - is this simply too
tantalizing to be cynical?
not all taste is true
all taste is true
if there is a god he taught me how to run
like i'm sneaking up on another devil
and he has me hunting them down methodically
catch and release, but truly
fish don't go to heaven but fish aren't fish
truly, i haven't figured that one out yet
talk about opposition: sometimes i am ambushed by myself and my

if there is one thing to leave you with it is this
NOT ALL EARTHLY BEINGS ARE EARTHLY
inorganic taoism
if i had to guess, 3% downloaded
out

nubian

bug got squashed and the colors were stunning
stunned right here
at fingers - oil and dirt, basically
asphyxiated on spinning tread
breathing exercises are a thing of the horizon
thing of the immortal, i am
gyropry
abolish this shack of language
these shackles of perception shake
that else
i am shaman
you are shah

nu au coussin bleh

i'm tired of playing the non-black
people don't evolve in a single generation you don't
evolve a single bit
you're an improvement on me like jeopardy champions
are an improvement on dogon elders
doggone elders with the wrong mythos
i'm kirbying
for lack of acute knowledge of that legend
the hat looks the same because i haven't learned enough
i'm tired of playing the non-black
who was Yakub punishing in the first place
i lived in this cave for millennia i lived
in this cave for 20 some years and
the light is unfair

refsnyder

this is the coward's brush! i found
it while he was still in bed, outsleeping his obligations
the paint goes on dry and the bristle is worn to a stubble
i break it to you that this webspace
is the ejaculation of a blind man
who sees only what he dreams
he partitioned his misery into this and
runs but only technically
now trapped on safari
outback and urbana sides of a non-coin
ready for the negation of a negative by one more book
you opened a third eye not the third eye
now they infest like maggots
blind man covered in other people's eyes
homeless man in a box, on a couch, maxx
built a cypher that is sputtering toward the
moon and you are acting untoward
i still give a damn about the synapses
as long as body can defeat the mind
it could be as easy as letting go

twat

some of them figured out they weren't hitting home anymore
i guess they left, or i did
nothing came in their stead
who is this letter from and should i bother to arrange the words
suppose it's like being a divining rod to a 5 second clip of a radio talk show
you divined that it's be a good idea to change course, concurrent
with the practice of your predecessors
i hope i never get the chance to explain that one to you
can't say it's fashionably obscure, that answer is on the board
obtuse
and isn't that my modus operandi
isn't that my dialect
much the same, you don't need to be whittling something out of me
there's no true form here, i had this argument with my nutritionist
he or she told me that i wasn't there
schrödingers cat in the least likely of situations
no, they said, you're fictional
why can't this entropy leave me be
you die when you lose the tenor in your voice
but it isn't just you and i
and between the two of us
you used to keep some pretty standard secrets, goodonyou
now the only secret i have is an allergy to stonefruit
keeping the formatting a secret from myself
formatted everyone else's secrets into the german language area of my brain
so i don't have to deal with your humanity
formatting myself into france
so i don't have to deal with germany's humanity
in all likelihood i'm wrong anyway
all this just to show that i'm the greatest secret keeper
more of a secret maker that has a natural panache
[sic] sick again, not me but sick of those who remind me of weak me
not wordplay, i dragged and dropped that game of pong out of my head like
i was on the treadmill
but i'm a red herring in a hot tub

breakchaste

when i entered the room my mother had cut her hand
and i thought it was seen again for a moment
like with the stairs or the car she was sitting solemn
what was the difference, the coked-out crown moulding?
i'd had a cask of the immortal with all my amontillado
i'd had a casque on my soul all this time
so i played with fire
worried more about sisyphus than syphilis, mistakenly
and only now is the palsy subsiding