Thursday, March 21, 2013

It's a car thing; and it's a cool thing

Here are these negroes pretending to be kings/
And it turns out we actually are kings

So is it a trap?
This whole freedom thing

A thousand tiny instants trembling in the black entertainer's memory as he drives up to the back entrance and runs on stage clapping for himself/This Africa we remember as a simile, heroic simile, he bows, he weeps, he comes up singing, they love him madly