The Violent Space (Or When Your Sister Sleeps Around For Money) (Etheridge Knight Poem)
Exchange in greed the ungraceful signs. Thrust The thick notes between green apple breasts. Then the shadow of the devil ...
Exchange in greed the ungraceful signs. Thrust The thick notes between green apple breasts. Then the shadow of the devil ...
Shiny record albums scattered over the living room floor, reflecting light from the lamp, sharp reflections that hurt my eyes ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on ...
I never dreamed we'd meet that day In our old haunts down Fricourt way, Plotting such marvellous journeys there For ...
Please master can I touch your cheeck please master can I kneel at your feet please master can I loosen ...
America I've given you all and now I'm nothing. America two dollars and twentyseven cents January 17, 1956. I can't ...
Thinking about dinner sitting around the table how often we grab, ask for the salt how much stronger how more ...
Oh it was too easy, in my rush after the traffic to the bank, the banter of the customers marking ...
In my trade, you never are to ask these kinds of questions, questions where you don't know the answer, those ...
For those who grab the spotlight sit in righteous judgment Casting the first stone against their fellow. A harsh mirror, ...
Charged electricity In the room Caffeine in the coffee and my pacing feet. My name first on the list Bold ...
Bright noisy streets Unattached and watching The jazz, the sass, The Street, Bourbon Late April Thick with tourists Easy marks ...
House ablaze, hissing, dying Crimson anguish My daughter upstairs, alone Helpless Firetruck - red, loud, racing, screech HELP ME! MY ...
Campsite set Late afternoon Late June Grab a friend Get the canoe Head up the brook The tributary Portage through ...
Grown child, where is your laughter? Do you laugh, smile, cheer in the song of the wind, the leap of ...
You know the brick path in the back of the house, the one you see from the kitchen window, the ...
Just as the sun was setting Back of the Western hills Grandfather stood by the window Eating the last of ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
Oh, some folk think vice-royalty is festive and hilarious, The duties of an A.D.C. are manifold and various, So listen, ...
The air heaving like a wounded fish, breathing through its purplish sandy gills, letting in the salty gale, fluttering its ...
All afternoon my father drove the country roads between Detroit and Lansing. What he was looking for I never learned, ...
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