My Upward Spiral Poem by Josephe Buchanan

My upward spiral resembles the DNA strand of the human.
Mother was native to America with an Indian flute and the blood of Christ.
Daddy's life was not properly documented for my brother and I knew him as a Vulcan.
Grandpa and Grandma were to strong sometimes while my uncle carried the African staff. Remember Mary's tears when the champ died and Melchizedek adopted two new souls?
It was a Brooklyn twilight in a hill buried over graves.
Here is to the dodgers being the braves!
My language was broking after smooth hustlers and gambling triggers.
Mixed with a church's frankincense, my older brother would bear the robe of the Christ king. This is too my Indian hemp called Kali. WE lost two empires until the arm of our love atrophied. To my youthful lycanthropy. I detox off of disappointment with THC and coitus.