Lorenzo Buford
I am a witch
Not the kind that
Rides a broom
Though I've sat
On top of a man
And rode his consciousness
Behind the masks of ego
I am a witch.
I move reality like chess pieces.
My mind has been the chessboard.
Though I am always watching,
I am never there but here
always dancing between
the turning pages of time.
I am a witch
sitting in the skull
whispering words to bring
your attention back inside
where I am on a tombstone throne
singing to the Dead to rise.
I am a witch
whose third eye flies at night.
It is the owl sitting in the tree
as this hairy leg siren lifts
the veil so your face
can become mine.
I am a witch.
My heart is like an amulet.
My mouth speaks from many places.
I embrace the night between my thighs.
Uranus is the horse's ride
as I make memories
a stepping stone to Life.
I am a witch
not the cauldron stirring
though this ass of mine
has been like Pluto's domain.
I will take you
so deep into consciousness
only the dazzling darkness
can give you Life.
My spells are woven pieces
Of old words, ancient bodies,
Minds diluted, garment's divine
as I chew everything,
drink consciousness like fine wine
as I bring possibilities
out of the blind as I stir
as Life among the graveyard.
I am a witch.
Ugly to the seen, an old
Black male walking with
a limp rod, tears have become
snake like tresses when I
open my skull to breathe
and the Beast feeds from my darkness
until Beauty climbs the tree
to kiss what descended from the Divine.
I am a witch.
I fly without moving.
I shift time like sand
between my toes, my fragrance
that passes from my lips,
scenting lover's who
no longer walk as Death
but pulsate with the Life.
I am the Witch.
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