2.12.08

# 19

BONGOS:




Sayer


the conversation rumbles into being: louis the fourteenth and louis the farrakhan walk into a bar. then into a woodchipper. it does not have the word for your blackness, but it is about your blackness. out you came. because you made the conversation about the word it does not have, lack became the word for your blackness. and halfness. deep in the hubbub of spew, the word. a tuft of question marks for hair. you know because you've heard its echo after someone knifed a drum with their lackness.








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