Saturday, August 07, 2004
Bullet-Proof Effervescence
Most of all, I hate him for his effervescence,
his public spirit, the way
his ribs press and release,
his checked hallway dancing,
his boring white eyes,
on me.
'They breakin',' Nab says,
'Mo' 'n' bread.'
And more than bones
or addiction to advertisement.
"He doesn't have to rub it
in their faces," I cry
for his memorized
message carries
the parade--
There is nothing
we can steal
to change everyone's
minds: bullet-proof
is the body
of self-hate
the white people
wear forever:
Out of their mouths,
a rabbit's foot's
victory.
'Give 'em might.'
Oh, give them irrelevance.
his public spirit, the way
his ribs press and release,
his checked hallway dancing,
his boring white eyes,
on me.
'They breakin',' Nab says,
'Mo' 'n' bread.'
And more than bones
or addiction to advertisement.
"He doesn't have to rub it
in their faces," I cry
for his memorized
message carries
the parade--
There is nothing
we can steal
to change everyone's
minds: bullet-proof
is the body
of self-hate
the white people
wear forever:
Out of their mouths,
a rabbit's foot's
victory.
'Give 'em might.'
Oh, give them irrelevance.
