"...the things beyond the 'flesh' and beyond..."*

Black Clad in Paris
Originally uploaded by sherealcool.

"men get spindled, swiveled, pivoted, by my riveting centrifuge"**

"Dressed in all black like the Omen"***

Obsidian, dark and razor sharp, no longer cloaks this variegated brown. Well, maybe occasionally but not exclusively. Black, a particular shade of blue, and the color of blood-- not to be confused with the elusive color of water-- are staples no more (not never). I delight in the guttural yell(l)ow (this is how you get got), green, seared pinks and orange even. It's not really a big deal but it is. Color has its hazards, whether purely decorative or melaninly indigenous. Callous cats call (seldom on maat erryday!).*** Colored inamoratas dip dip di(v)e into box cutting obsidian, kevlar obesity, or sensually funk--baile(amos?)--in spectral noise.

*word to Michelle Wallace
**ditto to Phesto
***double ditto to The Notorious K.I.M.
****dial ditto for The Boys and L