Poetry and live-recorded remix:

SPINAL CODE

Twisting inward like an inverted
Revolution.
we don’t speak words, we speak
Human.

like rattling mystery from our minds
unraveling your hearts in front of your eyes
we come to undo, be gravity-wise
ex-per-i-ence that most crystal voice
the common thread from within
aligning chakras like words on canvas
Poetry don’t pay the rent!

I lament, Un-human time spent
droning like usb
cords from fingertips
i am cyborg
the code is operating system
on a multi-platform
tight-leather-wearing
woman.

I won’t dance in your magazines
Too alive for the page
be careful, my beauty is change
It moves.
It’s revolution, girl
You know what that is
Revolution Girl.

I’ve got the kind of beauty that moves
It’s the kind of movement that grooves.
let me tell you it’s time to infuse
your health and your happiness
your joy and your kindness
your revolutionary
Fine-ness!

People, we have work to do!!!!!
So Beware of the Babylon
inside your head, comrade,
Attitudinal culture-crosser
indeed holding loosely,
Giving ease to letting go.

Twisting inward like an inverted
Revolution.
we don’t speak words, we speak
Human.

Do you wonder what keeps me up at night?
What whispers in my ear
Haunting me, it’s clear.

[     ] Laila
Washington
Spring 2006