Stopping Space Praise Poem Sekou Sundiata

Big blast as stage opens like a drum on a mission

To be everything guaguanco and overturn the boats

Gleeman, Brother Man, Poet Man, hey I don’t think there’s

A one that’s finished, to make longstoryshort convening

All human music Music Man Lover Man and then Space

You never remembered it was always the glorious everlovin’ now

We call him Slick, Slick Robert Feaster from Harlem

And then you’d have space for dialysis neck brace tourniquet

Pill after goddamn pill and Ms Stitt’s kidney, where will you go

Next stop nonstop Space may be the place but Lord Mouth Almighty

What when which when Space be the he Space the Person Non

Grata and the Person Grata meaning they actually did

Wait in the car w/ the  Cyberpoets’ pig w/o the pork

The deepest physical tortures wracked on no adjective

Body not floating in Space the voice from deep within

Pushes sanity in and out the window with the window

The shell cracks open to reveal the all-new Sekou

And then Space and then some and one song you never forgot