Saturday, December 19, 2009

A few old lines for a hard year in Richmond

someday

when you find yourself against it

with the winter and hard windows on your shoulders

say your name right

be it bold

or stand up treacherous

bind myth back to the bone

take shape again

drive cedar through the crevice of your accent

call your father’s mother’s name

and if you know it

ask the sun to find its place

in all your questions

disappearing man

so fabled

rocking urban camouflage

to fade into the abscess infinitum

so desensitized

derided

with your hands outstretched

and yes brother

i feel you

touch deprived so tough derived

your story’s stole by viacom

remote against technology’s advance

call it division

call it border leap of faith

but you call someone in your midst

and brother

conjure




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