Flashing...Lights...sights...nights...

Fore-head full of sight,
Gaze brown graze in a days of light,
fade to night -
shivers of silver sliver skin, like
fingers feelin' flimsy in the moon-shine, right
where the pillow meets my face
sleep saved by grace, flanked by lace,
trace it to that r&b-type place,
that Badu Bad-do native fro
with that vine-choked river-type flo
correction: projection -
nickel-load-me-on this-side of eye-lids,
dreaming of diamond-studded child-soldier Iraq-nids,
8-legged spindly spider-web night sky
somewhere in between "blackness" and "fly" -
kind of like the last poets with fresh-kicks,
swag like revolution wrapped around nimbus-flying-fists -
I fantasize in techincally-color,
nightmares in black and white,
ESP in Sepia -
sleep like the evolution of Polaroids.
Smile.
Forgot about the cracks in the consciousness,
slipped between pitch and totalitarian dark-less,
congregation of dido-heads bobbing -
imagine a prison-yard or broken boulevard full of plastic nay-sayers swaying,
nodding snickers at the school-children pledge-of-allegiance praying
while preyed on by Limbaugh, left in limbo, limbless, crying,
backpacks empty as a Somalian's stomach, distended, dying -
left vulnerable to What-the-Flocka's and Souja-toys, Lil' Wheezy asthma attacks and Nikki mi-naaaaahhhh's with a hint of 'roids,
Lashes laced shut to types of stereo terror-isms,
click-flash-spin, snap:
caught a Polaroid in my dream-catch-trap,
lifted leather Venus to the sun, watched the feathers flap
and gave fore-sight back to sun-set and backwards twilight -
un-stitched my iris to blurred-line blindness -
life like anti-ojos, HD in 2010 got me near-sighted.
I'm awake.
No more pictures.
Still-life, more-like.
Smile.
Pose.
Strike.