fuck crayola – they lie : poem six


fuck crayola – they lie (to the man on the train and the woman beside him)
(photo by kwesi abbensetts)

there’s a white man sitting across from me
he don’t see me though
he don’t see color
i am color
i am that blue coming out of the shitting end of miles’ trumpet
he knows why coltrane heard voices we never knew about
the reason he played with his back to the audience
coltrane – not the white man

she could play the wife
he look at her
and they exit

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