Black Folks Don’t Like Clowns

I won’t smile just because /
I’m not a clown.
We know better than walking with the flow of traffic
or to love without love
Demand a song for your shadow
garlic for your shoes / protect your trail
but saltwater the pattern
that only the shake of bones can re-assemble
this isn’t magic
but the perfect mixture of spirits
to parch abandoned trains traveling
and quench prayers pressed in family bibles.
 
There is no big top coming / No elephant tricks
 
So, from which rain do you belong?
who organized this parade?
with borrowed drum beats
something isn’t right…
we don’t play piccolo’s where I come from
 
And some will need to pay
especially if we don’t see the receipt or
experience you as a whole person
with a moon eclipsed hip
and patched spare tire
 
You want to stop crying?
Stop smiling for no reason.
besides
 
Black folks don’t like clowns
anyway. –
 
“Black Folks Don’t Like Clowns” from the book “yardwork
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