For Amiri Baraka

I asked you if you’d heard Black Music

You said, don’t worry, it was everywhere

Later on the playground you found the acoustic

Young girls: double-dutch was to be there

My tattered copy of Baraka seemed relevant 

Yet when I cashed the check, it was lonely 

Like how there was a blue note, thrice bent

But all the clubs represented in name only

Don’t worry, you said, victory is assured 

And eventually everything would be equal 

My lawyer showed up and hastily obscured 

Heaven forbid! There would ever be a sequel

All excess is forgiven when 

Such love is given then


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