5818. YOU SEEM TO ACT DISTRACTED

YOU SEEM TO 

ACT DISTRACTED

(I recognize nothing)

You seem to act distracted to me, one little

finger everywhere. No concentration anywhere.

All those things combine to make me doubtful.

There's nothing new in any of this; it's all been

done before  -  as if reviewing the reviews the

act has picked up a new flash. I am a camera,

just watching, and do not recognize what I see.

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There is a language of walls. Nigger words and

shouts, stuff painted on the sides of railcars and

bridges. Voracious oaths and cries for attention

and help. Everywhere I go, I can sit back and

watch it all pass  -  window attractions, the

fat girls with the big ass. It gets funny sometimes.

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White folks are even worse  -  they come at the

picture from angles oblique, expecting that their

righteousness will be tolerated at all costs. Again,

with no other chance, I am forced to listen to their

blather  -  entitlements, beachfront homes, the daughter's

faint wedding. It's mostly guilt and aggression, any of

this. No matter who'd doing it, the end result is the same.

Human waste, a human loss, a meaningless living, a game.

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I recognize nothing.