Inaugural Poem

I.

To: White Negro

Really stoned.
Underground as the
Jefferson L stop.
Some hipster on acid
is reading all the
posters and screaming
the text with his parka
body language. It is
impossible to understand.
Utterly impossible.

II.

The food we make here
is full of purple protein

The presidents we make here
are from Hawaii and Kenya

Here, our lemons are prostrated
over bottle caps like bodies

Our socks drape like poorly picked drapes
over our shoes which are the real problem

The water is failing
but we thought it was too big to

And we cannot find Doubt on
any of the good torrent sites

The torrents have confined themselves
to the Congo this quarter