酷我-北美枫

How did racism get into my kid

At the door of the office admin,
A sign: Racism stops here.
I pick up my kid for he has
A cold, from school.

“Do you know why niggers Don’t sleep?”
‘what?’
“Just guess”

‘you don’t like black people, son?’
“Because he has a dream and he got
killed, that why blacks don’t sleep”

‘that’s not a good joke; but I remember
my Grad. School John said: Oh yeah—
keep on dreaming to “I have a dream”’

What’s the fuck the school is teaching
my kid? He was born yesterday.

Reading is a romantic thing

“Can I help the next one in line, please”
As I walk into the bookstore, I look
At her, my favorite cashier, she ‘d
Always read out the titles of books
I
Brought and says: Yup, this is a good book.

I would spend hours there to hear her say:
“Can I help the next one in line, please”

I have a view—

And I want to say these to you
The flowers have changed
The trees have changed
The grasses have changed
Between blinks my views have changed

I know, it is 2008
So wheat? if the spring had not changed
The system is doing OK, drive a car
China is hosting the Olympics
I hope the sky is clear that day and the

Windshield has a poem we all understand
When will a poet be heard in the great hall
With a little accent sounds eco-poetic
TVs will be flashing dashing egos
The crowd will be dancing rituals, so what

Scholars are studying transculturals
People are singing Europeanized thoughts
Things got lost are not just poetry
Thing got recreated are not just corn fuel
To sigh or not to sigh: Poïesis garden out of sight

I Know a Man - Robert Creeley

As I sd to my
friend, because I am
always talking,—John, I

sd, which was not his
name, the darkness sur-
rounds us, what

can we do against
it, or else, shall we &
why not, buy a goddamn big car,

drive, he sd, for
christ’s sake, look
out where yr going.