The Swirling Tutu

The Swirling Tutu The New Girl was taking a bath World Politics was steeped in an exotic night jasmine scent Siamese twins are dancing on the ruins of the dilapidated world stage I am Black Lyra Then there was the New Boy In the late afternoon, he held an open bible set aflame Now Claudius is dead Religion walked out on me wearing a suit and tie and I still believe in an empty Jesus in confusion The dystopian moon is in its crescent phase A homeless drunk is singing pissing on a crumpled aluminum can A Black man suddenly yells, "Your mama's a trick!" at his television set My madness is symphonic and crawling I was lost amongst rows of sphinxes He will not find his black mistress The sun shines upon the face of Egypt The air is thick with smoke at the Temple of Thoth They murdered the left side of my brain locking me up in a monkey cage Liars of Iron Age and geometric planes disintegrate thought A quiet girl with a widow's peak flirts with cinema The 24th century ballerina was mixed with a Black and Romanian quatrain danced on a grave in a swirling tutu is grown Sunlight poured into the mausoleum and lit up her pale brown skin during the summer months Her high ponytail was raven-colored and bounced as she moved in the dream of the fallen Queen of Luxembourg By Tiffany Haty