Columbia, Maryland 21044
Charlotte, N.C.28269
Original 04 19 2015
Improvisations 04 02 2020
Mirage:
That must be a mirage
There in the distance
No such thing as white people exist
White people is a silicon idea
An element of far reaching sand
When awakened by a rising sun
If laid asleep in the sand
Feeling fucked in the dark
Get up run the desert is no park
You sleep masturbating
Your heartbeat hope lost to lust
We have loved one day at a time
Mother's day red litmus Queens
Father's day alkalinity dreams
Just got a message from a woman
Named 'Tammy' who sent hello
From 59 years ago -so how is it
Not Grace, if possible
Schizo-racism could
Charm more than mirages
Of lifetimes in a distant hello.
Lee Mack copyright 2009. ISBN # 0615318347. Do not reproduce without permission.
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