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This mind-bending diatribe, "r"s original surreal odyssey, THE BREAK OF DAWN: TRACING THE ORIGINS OF SPEECH  was performed at the Straz Center's Shimberg Playhouse (Tampa Bay Performing Arts Center) in 2001. A poetry book chronicling his work is being compiled under the title “Rubbing Two Sticks Together.”

THE BREAK OF DAWN

Tracing the Origins of Speech.

 

No, I don’t want to     Stop, get your hands off me     Please, don’t say stuff like that

No, I don’t want to     Stop, get your hands off me     Please, don’t say stuff like that

No, I don’t want to     Stop, get your hands off me     Please, don’t say stuff like that

No, I don’t want to     Stop, get your hands off me     Please, don’t say stuff like that

 

OH                              AH                                            EEH

OH                              AH                                            EEH

OH                              AH                                            EEH

OH                              AH                                            EEH 

 

AH                              AH                                          AH

 

ajapa                            epanalipsi                    ajapa                epanalipsi

 

agnos                           niranjana                      agnos               niranjana                     

 

ha                                elios                             ha                    elios

 

metadidomi                 dana                            metadidomi     dana

 

dialektos                      vacha                           dialektos          vacha

 

AH                              OH                                          AH

 

EEH                            EEH-chi                      EEH-chichirichi

 

chichirichi                    chichirichi                    cocorico

 

cocorico                       cocorico                       cock a doodle-doo

 

COCK A DOODLE DOO QUACK COCK A DOODLE OINK QUACK DOODLE CHIRP

 

OH                              AH                              EEH

OH                              AH                                            EEH

OH                              AH                                            EEH

OH                              AH                                            EEH

 

 

When brainaneyenanear possessinmals new manner of informmission intro intoology

Now livineatures nonchemimanner sound and sight

which increaspeed and flexinforming other aninfluenothers haviors or adaptinaviors

to the cues provided by other others

ie havioral not chemicaction.

 

AIR     BOY   CAN   DAY   EAT    FOOD                 GOOD        HOT    INK     JUNE    KICK

 

LOVE               MILK    NO    OIL    PHTPFF        QUEST           RIVER            STATCHED

 

TIME    UHM    VEIN          WORKABLE     X     YOUTH  AND   ZARASTHRUSTA

 

NOW I SAID MY AIR BOY CANS NEXT TIME HOPE YOU UNDER…

 

No, I don’t want to     Stop, get your hands off me     Please, don’t say stuff like that

 

Stuff like: primum, attactum, sensum, interim, imus, amus, ummus, supremus, fortissimus, pluris, quanti, magni – ego et tu aderamus nobis invitis. nivi, memeni.

Quid dicis? Mihi libit.  The moxie is mutual, and from within the tunnel the screamer broke. Heat is a most bird-like swing. When we swore to be discreet, the squint of the moon did ring. Hurt in the wrist of light close the drip plan.  Please stay hushed; I hate the sound of strain. Mama, that man will hurt our kitty. Daddy we’ll bark at Mama’s titty.

Sister’s tail done been in a glitch. Right? What’s left? Son of a ditch. I feel one coming on. Hold your nose with waiting room silence. Tension keeps sweet moments blemished and factual. Fact is, most toast post host boast. See, y’all laugh broken tooth belly slaps.

Kool soothsaying, groove playing, woo swaying, smooth tri –viscer –albio – centu –ali-tee – tot – umbilical –logeoman – tickli – shaman –ischavaledictorian rant enhancing chance prancing dance chants.  Bricker Bracker, the voodoo and stuff. OH. Thunder ain’t lying. It saw muddy piss paint peculiar. AH. Vacancy of the no-no sung. EEH. Toss a good of sleep wise chips. OH. Estrada turkey most no invest. AH. Heat to heart under off ya chest. OH – AH –EEH. Pain, gluttony, insecurity, sex. OH.  It’s all I could hope to ever. OH – AH. A long hard thought is confronting.  EEH. Put the cat out in the back of bit crazy large. OH.  Crazy dumb. AH. Crazy some of it front row seats will walk the burp. OH. Orgasms are the slice of bread. AH.  No one can doubt the power of pushing it. EEH. Whoever thought doubt coming with pushing it? OH.  Forever no fortune rules us in pushin’ it. AH.  Push, no rush for the touch, no chutching shit. OH –AH – EEH. Let us sit upon tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow. Odd Bodkins; alas is the question. Anon vozaments; forsooth, lo’ it chafes. Merrily I verily confound it. Vouchsafe. That boy ate up my hurt to rain. Fast exploration ring a what? Please, young ever the sitting contemplation. Life is a battle of struggle ha-ha’s. Machine guns keep consistency for lectures. Break the habbit hobbit hobbie have it half it hack it. Hassle; has it been that long? Dead the ring keeper cool empty black. Pausing for eye closers. Challenging underdog shoulders. I feel one coming on. Thunder ain’t lying. Right? What’s left? Today I kill my breakfast fan. To wake me write the last hurt. It sting air sound. Pleading the thought to be real. Feel the artistic endeavor. Someone stop. NO. I think too much.

STOP. Go, go –please break. PLEASE. My body is a world. Who can believe in politicians but us who believe in politics? Money is good nakedness. Thank you. NO –STOP – PLEASE. Linear is not literal but linear streams straightforward abstract is reality is linear.  Manhattan-langero. Life…

 

 is an enormous chemical cycle. It began long before what we can possible conceive. And in –whatever you say – 7 billion years, 7 god-like days, many light years, infinite fish tears, etc. – a microscopic living unit duplicated itself and began to multiply. Why?

Who knows, but it chose instigating matter as the base for more instigating matter. These living, giving units that multiply solidified nations of living units for the cycle. The cycle goes on and on and on, the beat don’t stop ‘til the break of development of mammals with sense and dense, brain-contained transmitters, senders, benders of 411 rendering trends and then, the break of dawn. The light is on: we change and exchange data that’ll change with instigating matter’s strife in the chemical cycle called …

 

HOOPOO OOH POOH

ROAR OOH

ROAR OHP

HOOPOO OOH POOH

WACKOW

BLIP BLEEP

WACKOW ROAR

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…

HOOPOO OOH POOH

HOOPOO OOH HUH HUH HOOPOO OOH HO OH

AH                  AH                  AH

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…

BRA                DABRA          BRA                DABRA          DABRA

BRA                CAR                BRA                CAR                DABRA

BRA                UH, BRA        CAR                DABRA          DABRA

UH, BRA CAR DABRA

ABRACADABRA

 

TRACING THE ORIGINS OF HIP HOP:

I HAVE A DREAM

I HAVE A DREAM THAT ONE DAY

I MIGHT NOT GET THERE WITH YA

THAT ONE DAY

WE AS A PEOPLE

I HAVE A DREAM

THE ONLY THING WE HAVE TO FEAR

THERE YOU GO AGAIN

IF IT DOESN’T FIT

 

VICKY VEIL

IS FEAR ITSELF

I DID NOT

YOU MUST AQUIT

I DID NOT

WHY SURELY MR. POTTER

THEY EARN IT

SURE YOU’RE NOT A HOMOSEXUAL

I DID NOT

WE DIDN’T LAND ON PLYMOUTH ROCK

HE COULD GO

SEXUAL RELATIONS WITH THAT

ALL THE WAY

WITH THAT WOMAN

LOCK HER UP

AHA PRONOUN TROUBLE

I DID NOT

ONE SMALL STEP FOR

GREAT AGAIN

HEY CULLIGAN MAN

ONE SMALL STEP FOR MAN…

PLYMOUTH ROCK LANDED

PLYMOUTH ROCK LANDED

PLYMOUTH ROCK LANDED

AND YOU WERE THERE

 

OH YEAH

WELL AL…DANGER

I KNOW

I CAN BREAK IT DOWN LIKE WHATEVER YA UH

BLACK EYED DOG AND WANNA GO HOME

NOT A HOOKER

SHE’S UPSTAIRS WRESTLING WITH ELTON JOHN

EH EH EH EH

OH

OH

OH

OH

WORKING ALL DAY…LET ME TAKE YOU

PULL UP AND DON’T PAY…WON’T CHA COME

WHAT WOULD YOU DO?

HOLLER HOLLER HOLLER

ISN’T THIS GREAT HIS FLIGHT LEAVES AT EIGHT

NOTHING NEW, Y’ALL AIN’T SAYING NOTHING NEW

OOH, I AM FOR REAL

IT FEELS GOOD

Here we go

Here we go

Here I go, there I go; I don’t know but I’m a’ show up to go

Ya know what you talk and you talk what you know

And if you don’t than ya better be Elmo

 

There they go, buggin’ ‘bout Puff and all the tunes he rehatched

A sample is an acknowledgment, brother; but, all of our music got snatched

Yo I’m thrilled, chilled, filled with the feeling the oddball

Feeling the rod fall

Feeling the God-call

It’s hard y’all

See, I don’t give a fuck about Icons’ retiring

Tell me when the brothers’ gonna start hiring

Yeah, they worked hard, but many worked harder

Yet their sons and daughters can’t get help from Charter

You care; then control the air

Doesn’t take a genius or a wiz SNATCHED

You know what kind of man a traitor is

So, lock him, SNATCHED, bind his sin SNATCHED

Bathe him in Gyno-Lotromin

 

Send the family, the core, the goddamn poets, send the hardheaded chilluns, the chain breaking arsonists with an underground bulldozer and riot ignition, send the ooh wee mmm uh uh’s, the seeds of vengeance, the uneaten jellybeans with papa’s hot sauce, panic, and the ghetto plague with the big payback pistol peak praying with matches.

tell the bad mother father just before bam, tell the man remover with rebellious intercourse to bring how many licks and explicit content on hi for the post word syndrome epidemic, the fire in the holy water drinking mean people at liberty boiling point. Bring a brand new boot, a justice revolver, the red button and an automatic sundial.

Bring bricker bracker, the voodoo and stuff, OH,  and meet us at get out of the kitchen, AH, the fire pace center of the earth, EEH,  the boundless footprint of the nigger ghost. OH – AH – EEH. I will host. OH. And you ask me what I tote? AH.  Can’t gloat; EEH, got an AK47 stuck in my throat. OH – AH- EEH. Take note, I’m hard to quote. NO. Rock the vote and the boat stays afloat, STOP, gotcha goat, like murder she, gotch goat, like murder she, gotcha goat, like murder she, gotcha goat, like murder she, gotcha goat, like murder she, gotcha goat, like murder she, gotcha goat, like murder she, gotcha goat, like murder she, gotcha goat, like murder she, gotcha goat , like murder she, gotcha goat, like murder she, gotcha goat , like murder she, gotcha goat, like murder she…

 

Please, don’t say stuff like that.

Stop, get your hands off me.

No, I don’t want to.

 

EEH                AH                  OH.

 


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