The Back Page Is Years To Come

 

Brownsville 1995
children massacred in the streets
tar blood gushes naval fleets
towards a European shore
as I go to the store

it's Sarajevo in the lead fotograph
followed by racket swingin' Stephi Graph
and Monica Seles' forehand back slash
colon classified certified
whites and middle blacks
sayin' human harmony comes from
outerspace TV attacks

with martians in the sky
believing star trek doesn't lie
but sho' 'nuf separates people again
those who judge you by your facial slate
and those who have a star bound fate

the back page is years to come
brown kids in Brownsville
written off by hand
as future bums

screeching plowing on the slice
a Latina mother makes sacrifice
and meets the bumper upon her head
to keep her daughter from
young and dead
rapture in pixels
pictures her
dots per inch
destroy her life story
quite a cinch

chain link fence on twelfth and c
curlin' off the bar
playground pranksters climb to see
how far
it bends before it breaks

for the back pages is years to come
ethnic cleansing
ink is blood

little Italy's Elizabeth street
everybody walkin' on balls of feet
thinkin' that they are the best
boastin' bloatin' big fat chests
festivals in the plaza
breasts of hair
no one working here
is queer

the back page is years to come
hard is plot to find that is thick
when sitcoms play it dumb and quick

afro Latin women thrown
daily from the roof
the story disappears
in the rear of the press
it goes poof! proof!
is the face of yuppie central park
she's worth much more
if her complexion ain't dark

the back page is years to come
the pate is the goose dollar scum
where Mexicans are in aprons
gloved and terry clothed
maid rubber made chains
to clean up the wash
of front page news
over exposure
upper and middle class crass
due to a bad case of over exposure
years and years of seeing our smiling faces

if a cop shoots another in the back
it's lack of vision when shot is black
all bullets entered from his blind side
though that's for him not to decide
a jury of his peers will think
and futile later create a verdict stink

the back page is always run
the back page is always run
running up the front pages ass
and tucked away in the paper tucked away in our hearts
safe if all of my emotions and fears and risk were
28 pages deep into me

the back page is years to come
the pate goose
is the mousse dollar scum

1995


 

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