From BlackAmazon, a poem
I don't even know
Almonds Mangoes Lychees June Plum Dust
Six Six Six oclock
Mama tell me a story A story God when did we become a story See Here I Wanted to be witty And start telling stories and the star spangled banner would be a poetic backdrop to rockets over Middle Eastern skies
but there is no poetry no back drop just rockets dropping on Backs
and it still isnt enough to not be more than a story on the six six six six oclock news about them and not us so forgive my lack of desire to make a piddly ass poem poetically clean
We are fruit to them sweet and eaten consumed and trashed rotten at will not to their taste
more at http://guyaneseterror.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-dont-even-know.html
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