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Poetry

Theoretical Constructs From The South

Randall Horton

“something in the milk ain’t clean”

in the case of cultural strangulation, it stands out
through projections of objects, elvis presley, he knew

but refused to share the idea behind blue suede
why them shoes disregarded a tradition, even the hips

didn’t swang naturally my great uncle bud said
something in the milk ain’t clean with how he move

hell that ain’t nothing but little richard bleached

 

“ain’t nobody mad but the folks that don’t get none”

the first sign of trouble is starbuck coffee bean aroma,
not that we need fanon to tell us, we the proletariat

know when little ankle biting terriers appear,
suddenly owners want to revitalize, reconstruct

only having mad dashed years earlier for greener pasture
it would be foolish to think we ain’t mad

cause we ain’t got none don’t mean we ain’t gone get wretched

 

“hanging out like wet clothes”

the women passed by, the men on the corner didn’t whistle,
even though they were just hanging out practicing art,

instead of ooh-wee baby you is finer than government cheese
they smiled & resumed signifying, inherently

not learned in third period english literature, not from gates
but bo-willie & paperboy said you gotta make language cut

across the street i could hear somebody momma bout to get it.

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