"That Black Man"
You know that black voice crying in the inner light?
Her humbleness and pride decentralizing because of dehumanization
soliloquizing to the world in the name of nihilistic solipsism on his dusty wooden floor while he picks a splinter out of his barefoot
A lit candle attacking the night singing a fatalists delight
You know that black man
who cries in the distance?
that black man
no name
just that black man
cold bitter nights and blistering sorrows knows him just the same
As that black man someone living life
smiles and humbly without a name
however unfortunate
playing the game
that black man
that lucky black man.
MyStrawHat.com
In This Place: A Book of the Nineties
Page 36
John Alan Conte' Jr.
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"That Black Man"
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MyStrawHat.com
In This Place: A Book of the Nineties
Page 36
John Alan Conte' Jr. #life #art #music #poetry #tbt
{suggesting musical pairing https://youtu.be/MP2shMaLFag Come in my Kitchen}
"That Black Man"
๐ถ๐ถ๐ถ๐ถ๐ถ
MyStrawHat.com
In This Place: A Book of the Nineties
Page 36
John Alan Conte' Jr. #life #art #music #poetry #tbt
{suggesting musical pairing https://youtu.be/MP2shMaLFag Come in my Kitchen}
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