Saturday, November 8, 2008

81. THE TEN O'CLOCK SCHOLAR

THE TEN O'CLOCK SCHOLAR
Some new guy was holding a stick -
Bongo Billy or something he said -
crawling with tendentious efforts towards
a likeness of God. Departured enfrazzlement
with all Nature on board.
'It's not in the cards for us to think'.
A Reverend Ike lookalike just down from
Harlem's own shed was speaking from a
platform set up to rouse the dead.
'We are the lost tribes of Israel, the children of
Moses himself. Why should we not stand up
in our own defense?' The crowd cheered wildly.
Lustfully. With complete abandon. I wasn't sure
what had occurred, but they were all screaming
in tandem. 'Had I a dime for every man's false dollar,
I'd be one tenth the richer' - the ten o'clock scholar.

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