. you know, this one time... "at band camp"... and this kenyan ivory beauty, pristine negress in the night... and she started blinking at me... and i thought i was on an alien planet, being surprised that her sclera was much more than just the moon... and i was like: give me Mombasa... and then i heard the afro-americans slang... and i thought... ****... o.k. draft me back into the *******... then there's the vision... me... this ivory babe... smoking ****... on the shoreline just shy off Mombasa... and i came back... to some afro-american *******... mouthing off: to suit a language, that became a prison-cell! well done! BECAUSE, NO, AFRO-AMERICAN, WENT ON HOLIDAY, BACK, TO AFRICA... THEY'D BE LIKE ME... INGESTED BY NAUSEA... BEING BLACK AMONG BLACKS! YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL TO BE WHITE AMONG WHITES? WHEN GOING BACK TO POLAND? I FEEL NAUSEATED! YOU KNOW WHAT I "THINK"? AMERICAN BLACKS ARE AFRAID TO GO BACK TO AFRICA... AND YOU KNOW WHY? TELL ME... TELL ME... PLEASE TELL ME! (LIKE I DON'T ALREADY KNOW).


i make poached eggs...
real great...
when i've blind
drunk...

     like a news reader's
brag...
         whoever...
   me, drunk?
poached eggs?
   swirl that *******
vortex
of a boiling "cusp" of water...
some white
  wine vinegar...

a curiosity
of a sunrise...
or me... drunk...
having perfected poached eggs;

if it's not a "metaphor",
it's a "misnomer";
and if that's not blatant...
you get your machetes
out and cry foul: in zulu...
against every, "other"...
african.