Saturday, November 2, 2013



CaLokie
 
GHOST STORY*
 
I was
walking by
my house.
And all of
a sudden
I hear,
“Ghost!”
 
And I
looked
and I
see somebody
and I didn’t know
who it was.
 
“Com’ere!”
they say
and they
keep on
getting closer
and yelling
“Ghost.”
 
And then 
they say,
“Where’re
you from?”
 
And I say,
“Nowhere,
homes.
I don’t
bang 
no more.”
 
“Where
you from?”
 
Nowhere.
And then
I hear,
“Ghost!
I thought
I knew
you, fool!”
 
And then
they shoot.
BAM!
And I
could see
my body
on the 
floor.
 
and then
they come over
and say, “See
I told you,
I fuckin’
told you...
STUPID!
 
See I
told you.
Fucking
told you.
Fuckin...”
BAM!
 
*A found poem from PP. 101-102, Celeste Fremon, Father Greg & the Homeboys, Hyperion New York, 1995

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