Griot
RIP you comet that blinded the world, that hide inside the body of Jean Michel Basquiat
---I am Griot©
a pop rocks culture shaman-nomenon
...remember? Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parades?
the black tribal mask skull floating float---
never made it there
---torn between mainstream Adze
thirsty for multi-chromatic blood...for relevancy
& the lower east side kaleidoscopic babies
slayers of the plastic
deadly with a razor-edged village voice
pigs minted in millions of shades
I am of both
gold crowned prince of African tinsel town
the dichotomy spaghettified
white china gun powder sole confidant
wearing society's mirror, peering out
veiled behind the mask, I cannibalize myself
...graffiti of the story?
samo©
---does not cause cancer in laboratory rats.
it stops the train of thought,
for those of us who
merely tolerate
civilization.
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