Boots hung every cross road until I found the mountain laurels long yellow rattle in the wind.
I made machete & noble wood sing waiting my wish upon one tipsy star. My authority is my Malongo ~ is written in blood on the wind. I am a poet reserve the right to fits, furies & phrensies to spit moon tongue at will. Sala Maleko, Yalangange mi Quilombo. Malungu since 1619.
