Dark Euphoria Poem by Josephe Buchanan

Sitting down in the park
Where men’s secrets are well hidden within the oak of brown trees
She told me I was different
Where long walks can never excuse the gash on God’s face
Not born normal this Elohim became him and pondered the day that Barak held office.
For business died with the mis-education of Brooklyn Hills
So I try to chill within vibrations of a girl with a smile bending over with the politics of an old spinster

Not depressed no more because love became anti inflammatory.
Living in a roller coaster that predates the descent of our inner diaspora
He lives and cant die!
From the abreaction of his lady.
But her souls honesty had the backdropp of darkness
Hence, the mental grave and the stench of Hades

I had to be humble and honey will come from the mumble
While my prostration be with the bumble bee
To believe is to try
For I die hard with some fragrance
To Shekinah El,2012 and the God of nine winds?
I begin.