Friday, April 25, 2014

Entitlement

Othello's black,
like the jive spirituals I gyrate to in rehearsal for god bless the child (didn't my lord deliver ... and a woman for every man) and my church in neon lights which buzz and crackle dissatisfied slang for sadness, they know, spill the crisis onto some other spring and wait to learn how lazy cynicism shows up as his white-like mistress praying for a scene