Sunday, January 7, 2018

Kafka on the Slaveship

Nigga what?  You thought you could write a hood classic about turning black and free and apathetic and neurotic and narcotic and nilotic   and bloodclot and bombaclot and working class and shiftless and Peter Tosh  and  Lonely Sky Boat wasn’t gonna  implode through drafty speakers  in the  rafters  the netting  in  the knee cushions, ‘cause we’re smugglers too  in ways  you  wouldn’t    suspect or abuse out of us    you   thought   you could  wear  blackface and lament it’s baffled magic and    we wouldn’t  be  on the  other  end of  your   victim story  to  show you a hoe  in the field?