I breathed heavily
And she went to heaven
I saw blacks and whites
Or, you might even say
Niggers and Crackers
Mingling at the back of the bus
Smoking junk
Hitting up junk
Consuming junk
They performed
Exorcisms and ballets
Carefully calculated choreographies
Like moths traveling around a flame
Like bees bringing pollen back to make honey
Sticky
And sweet
The bear in the book
Brings back memories untold
So this is my story
And my story is wed
Controlled
Cemented
Catapulted

© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.04.28.09:20:54@296NYC