You can have the child.
The child won't last.
Did you know that Edvard Munch
was called confused and inarticulate,
deranged and depraved? You would.
If I were negro as some negro are
I'd have a hat for my stand. You could call me
Mister. Or not. Or no.**
I have no picture with which to make a postcard of myself.
Dont remember, that's what I want to say,
The aged star singing Dido in the park last week.
It was summer here.
* Charles McGill www.artnegro.com
** Or, Poetry October 2006, Thomas Sayers Ellis
March 1, 2007
Friday, March 2, 2007
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