How can they know what I do not show

It’s true I don’t know what it’s like to be a black man
And I don’t know what it’s like to be a woman
At least, not in this world, not in this lifetime
You don’t know what it’s like to be a cop
Today, your job is to get shot at.
So here’s the thing:
I do know what it’s like
to be around people
that don’t know what it’s like
to be me
but if I’m in that place
It’s because I haven’t shown up.


Background radiation

Microwave radiation pervades The universe a vibration so frequent it feels smooth the hum brightens deepens

A deep throbbing drum sounds so long it’s found in roots and rocks

I can’t my girl I can’t let go

Those waves pile up and push against it or rather it pushes them bunches of the flow Stainglass window it’s broken in Benton place, number 23

Do you remember that house

That white white house with the columns in the stairs those stares. Up those wooden stairs in that house. There’s two Roads there’s 2 feet they are separate she couldn’t bear to walk both at the same time so cut one of them loose.

The lifeline is sinking into the murk

This is also noisy those sound waves push against my head thrumming on my brow

The prow of the ship sloshes

The prowl of the jaguar is reduced to pacing back-and-forth along the bars

Each bottle is lying, the medicine he givesIs only illusion. You think illusion would be able to salve illusion but now it’s not able to make it real

It’s not able to reveal it’s just an ignoring, A denying. The bed is lying to about the comfort I can offer like a siren it’s calling it wants me to lie too


My attempt to meet the bar at

Big sky water

Into the mirror slips

Dark paddle

Slips into the big sea water

Into my mother’s mirror

Envelope seams with bulge between

Helium heart lifts it’s cage

Slips the mooring lines

Gone slack

Sink into dark sea water

Underneath the basket hangs

Within two eggs borne

High above the big sea water

Enveloped in that other sea

That reaches over: big sky water

Waiting for the tadpole rain

Slip into the big sea mirror

Waiting for those lost

To return home again

Waiting by the big sea water

There to lay the stone



The first one was dubious, uncertain. It was a new place, a new space with a new family. In fact, that there were other people at all was really kind of weird. I mean after all the place I came from us homogenous. Look at this mess.

So I had to roll with it, like you do. There’s a lot of spinning around until you get back to that sign post, that’s how you know you’ve made it all the way around.

They add up though. Some we hang things on like driving or drinking. We think that the tens, and 25th somehow mean more than the others. DAd is done with the whole mess, my niece is only eight into it…

. Hooray! It’s Me day!

Birthdays are great when you forget

About the number


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