Blue Centaur

 Blue Centaur 

Rings of Saturn

Fear climbs ajar stifling a birch tree

I’m divorcing the Devil

The wind blows against the black dress I wore to the funeral procession by the sea

My eyes were blotted out and my soul was forged into a 

mire

I was kissing shadows that escape me and I was an enthronement of a painted Black Queen 

I’m lost in a church amid the empty rows of pews 

I was transported  to  the year 3046  and I was flying in space now a female commander over a Russian wasteland laden with metal 

You’ve been on my mind 

There is danger from the moon 

I was dreaming of the blue Centaur’s photo exhibit of far off Nubian pyramids strewn with bionic people who were robed and emigrated into a geometric maze in a Sudanese desert 

You didn’t stay 

I dined alone after six and I was served crepe suzette set aflame in 1920 

I was singled out as an aging Lion with no money though my ex-husband is rich 

I was fascinated by the lush life of a sleek housecat 

An assassin named himself a god came down from the southside of Chicago and was captured on film with the neighborhood Inanna and a major love story blossomed 

I’m a Black woman who lives in a suite with no emotion dancing with red Oriental fans with flowers painted on them in a trance state

You never loved me 

The sun lit up the sky as the raindrops fall by day in Leschi and McGilvra 

Sophisticates disrobe in a Roman bath in 1978 during Nero 

Your smile is inviting 

The lady in black steel was a fembot and lived in the moon’s villa with flamingos bathing next to a serpent 

I shot the enemy down he was wearing a mask

The seashore translated ancient languages into pearlescent text 

Her mahogany brown hair flowed

and her eyes were opaque with black celestial crystals

Her voice was like a rain shower that echoed in stereophonic sound 

She met a soldier at the destruction of the city of Babylon on an alien spacecraft 

Silent attractions

I try to escape

I am the pearls of the narcissus flower gushing 

I’ll miss that love exiting through a trapdoor

It rained on the planet Neptune in 1975 in the future

A black coily haired female android named Sidra 11 lounged in an abandoned high rise in a bath of flower petals at night in a dystopian future where she was stonewalled by a lieutenant

Her long floor length cape and gown flowed and was of a chrome color in the palest blue shade that hung on her slim feminine bodily shape and billowed out from underneath her as she ran through the portals of the Czar of the Foiled Galaxy called Vesta and her synthetic skin was an phosphorescent gray 

She was later seized by Romans 

The moon was the sun’s wife in their Palace by the sequestered lake 

A squadron treads on black waters in order to seek out the neon virgin 

A bazaar of hydrangeas flowers 

 

 

By Tiffany Haty

3/20/20