02-18-2018, 11:01 PM
Today in New York City, a man of coloured origin,
unhindered by the law, sat down and painted.
Being by birth a palette in a grey town
he chose his brightest hues to demonstrate
his art. At first the blood-red paint ran through the cracks
but some folk walked too close and carried foot prints
along the sidewalk, almost to the edge of town.
He called his work “It could have been me”.
Today in Greenwich Village a man, who was no man at all,
danced naked in the rain, singing about his loves.
He twirled on fairy-feet along the street, threw kisses
to a crowd of two that hurried past him running for shelter;
they never once called out, to shame or criticise him.
Children in a candy store, laughed loudly through glass panes;
they only saw a dancing man, splashing in the rain.
He called his dance “Because I Can”.
Today in Some Town, Somewhere, a quiet man
took out a gun and fired a bullet into his own right eye.
Some folks who passed close by got brain and bone
upon their fancy clothes. They hollered out in shock and rage,
but let the half-head guy bleed out just where he fell.
Some blood ran through the cracks but passers-by
left dancing steps upon the sidewalk , skirting round.
The man, though dead, said “ Enough is Enough”.
Tectak
2018
unhindered by the law, sat down and painted.
Being by birth a palette in a grey town
he chose his brightest hues to demonstrate
his art. At first the blood-red paint ran through the cracks
but some folk walked too close and carried foot prints
along the sidewalk, almost to the edge of town.
He called his work “It could have been me”.
Today in Greenwich Village a man, who was no man at all,
danced naked in the rain, singing about his loves.
He twirled on fairy-feet along the street, threw kisses
to a crowd of two that hurried past him running for shelter;
they never once called out, to shame or criticise him.
Children in a candy store, laughed loudly through glass panes;
they only saw a dancing man, splashing in the rain.
He called his dance “Because I Can”.
Today in Some Town, Somewhere, a quiet man
took out a gun and fired a bullet into his own right eye.
Some folks who passed close by got brain and bone
upon their fancy clothes. They hollered out in shock and rage,
but let the half-head guy bleed out just where he fell.
Some blood ran through the cracks but passers-by
left dancing steps upon the sidewalk , skirting round.
The man, though dead, said “ Enough is Enough”.
Tectak
2018