October 2008


They shot Malcolm in the chest front of his little seeds
Jesse watched, as they shot King on the balcony
They spat at Marcus Garvey cause he tried to spark us
with the knowledge of ourselves, and our forefathers
Ohh Jacqueline you heard the rifle shots cracklin
Her husband head in her hair, you tried to put it back in
America’s Watching, blood stained ink blotches














Styrofoam Cups & Glue

“There is at least one respect in which the rich, the really very rich, are different from … other people. They understand Vegetables. Other people – well, anyone can manage roast beef, a great steak, lobsters. But have you ever noticed how, in the homes of the very rich, at the Wrightsmans’, or the Dillons’, at Bunny’s and Babes’s, they always serve only the most beautiful vegetables, and the greatest variety? The greenest petits pois, infinitesimal carrots, corn so baby-kerneled and tender it seems almost unborn, lima beans tinier than mice eyes, and the young asparagus! The lime-stone lettuce! The raw red mushrooms! Zucchini …” Lady Ina was feeling her champagne.


Answered Prayers, Pg 166

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