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Lexington Poetry Month

abstrack africana for june 8, 2019

08Jun2019
POEM

im deep into my own head
not to find myself – to get lost

the last time i was here i was here
sitting on the marble bust of a Black God

a bag of cheetos sat on my shoulder like a parrot
but i was not a pirate… not even a poet…

i was sad
my comic book collection was so short

you’re not hearing me.
neither do you see….

and that’s what this is all about:
me, falling asleep on the couch

watching bob’s burgers and
missing my father.

i smile (remember, i’m still in my own head)
at the sight of my father eating cheetos

it’s funny because
i’ve never even seen him eat a cheeto in my life

and that brings us to death,
but i’ll address that in a series of facebook posts

if ever i should awake.


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