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my american haikus (for jack)

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my american haikus (for jack)

wet pavement gleaming
on a black monday night, wet
with black monday rain

ole saint nick a no-
show once again in motown
another ghetto christmas

some people are al-
ways right, some people are al-
ways wrong, which are you?

imagine martin was missed and
tupac never got shot and
brother malcolm lived

inner city bustle
gives way to that inner city
hustle- thats motown

we stand on the roof-
tops yelling out unto the
masses; can you hear us?

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  1. Date: 5/21/2009 10:32:00 PM
    Just read your comment, Brian. You can think of me as the Mother Ship. Love, Carolyn

  1. Date: 5/14/2009 9:33:00 AM
    strong message my friend--excellent---charma

  1. Date: 5/14/2009 4:55:00 AM
    This is a powerful piece of art my have so much force in these lines..from Malcolm to Tupac..inner city...ghetto christmas..awesome write.

  1. Date: 5/13/2009 8:49:00 PM
    Hey, Brian, this poem rocks! This stanza is superb, I like the way you change the words' meaning..."some people are al-/ways right, some people are al-/ways wrong, which are you?" Excellent write, my friend. Ruben.

  1. Date: 5/13/2009 2:14:00 PM
    Your style here is reminiscent of Carl Sandburg missed with a touch of ghetto poet. (Sandburg is one of my faves.) Enjoyed reading this portrait of life in the Motown inner city. Nice work, Brian! Love, Carolyn

  1. Date: 5/13/2009 1:12:00 PM
    You've got mail friend!