Sunday, April 26, 2009


At the upcoming faculty talent show
I am going to read again.
Black Enough had its
debut there three years ago.

This year I move
away from the free verse
poetry to new forms.

First I will read this little tribute to
Gwendolyn Brooks' poem
We Real Cool*

We Your Boys

We make noise. We
break toys. We

skip naps. We
run laps. We

clear plates. We
share traits. We

crave June. We
sleep soon.

Then one prose pieces-Tattoo
That appears here
in January I think.


*We Real Cool

The Pool Players. Seven at the Golden Shovel

We real cool. We
Left school. We

Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We
Die soon.

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