This poem is taken from Stand 232, 19(4) December 2021 - February 2022.
Basquiat Acquits Himself with a Jawbone of Ash
Jean-Michel Basquiat (after Jawbone of an Ass)
Is Bob check me at the gate, slapped my back
and called me brother. I had to explain myself.
I was no slacker like dem from the other tribes.
I watch dem set a multitude of hurdles inna I path
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