Durham, etc. Blues [part 2] (inching closer to the summation)
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When the answers you
anticipate greet you skewed, \
do what any loving father
would do…
Turning up the Sam Cooke doesn’t
quell the crashing
What a wonderful world
this would be, indeed
with splinter’d ceramic
burrow’d in carpeting, remnants of
coffee mugs.
A table setting deconstructed.
Why even try? I know that you’re all saying
‘Fuck the nigger, let him clean this shit up.’
Pizza cool’d by backporch January draft
(window’s busted now)
Split this broken home
into quadrants. Everyone enjoys
a silent dinner in a separate room.
