This Is the one I would have read then -- Five ten -- the wind through the trees Playing patterns from hurt to mysticism Making opinion prophecy : Remember the streets -- re-embrace what’s gone by Take up the day cold, calm and recollected… I do not remember. I do not know what comes next. I turn to the window – the trees are blowing restlessly. I wait for the song. I listen to the call. What is lost When we leave it to others to decide? Selma and Boston = Night on the sidewalk Waiting for the School Board To get educated. Apartment lights in windows We go out long before morning To trick ourselves into joy. Them pamphlets in Harvard Square! Them Hindus with smiles and promises! Keep causation from Causeway Street. Keep the hangover away from my head. Keep marching up to the Dean’s office -- Cop’s boot a progeny less future. Denied!
Posted on: Thu, 22 Aug 2013 05:00:00 +0000
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