I can write a poem
you can paint a picture
them over there
play instruments
perhaps we'll be
house niggers
someday
The smog of brooklyn
the palm tree dream
come true
the hudson river
the ocean clear
and blue
red brick grafitti
a finger in the sand
the gun
the pen
the child
the man
Naked thought
in a fancy cloth world
less than moral
antisocial is I
go on pen
scream on pen
for I
Grass and toes
see how they match
bluejay captured again
with chalk on black paper
it will fade away later
such is life
I can write the words
fashion them to rhyme
Im so talented
in these crucial times
perhaps I'll be house nigger
one day