Kevin Young Poems

HAVENT HEARD FROM YOU IN AGES STOP LOVE YOUR
LATEST SHOW STOP THIS NO PHONE STUFF IS FOR BIRDS
LIKE YOU STOP ONCE SHOUTED UP FROM STREET ONLY
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To allow silence
To admit it in us

always moving
Just past
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I am hoping
to hang your head
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Wake to find everything black
what was white, all the vice
versa—white maids on TV, black
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Praise the restless beds
Praise the beds that do not adjust
that won't lift the head to feed
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The country I come from
Is called the Midwest
—Bob Dylan
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After Independence Day
all our toys began to tear
up, school growing sweet
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Back there then I lived
across the street from a home
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RUN AWAY from this sub-
scriber for the second time
are TWO NEGROES, viz. SMART,
an outlandish dark fellow
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Lady, won't you wait
out the hurricane
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