the new revolution

awakening
in a motel room
having slept in your
shorts
alone

getting up
peeking
through the
venetian blinds

you’re in
Hollywood
the east Kansas
City death of
nowhere

you slip back
into your
body
thinking

I’m glad I
had the money
to pay
to live in
this
crap-hole
in order to
sleep off a
drunk

it beats waking
up
in a holding
cell
with phone
inside

also 3 Mexicans
in there
who might be
preferred to be
spoken of as
Chicanos
with 2 of the
Chicanos
on the floor
the
3rd
on the
telephone

he’s been talking
an hour and
30 minutes

what’s there to
say?

he’s been talking
to his
mother

you need your
phonecall

but you’re
white
you’re
spoiled:

you’ll wait

or
maybe
die.


it used to be the
blacks (Blacks?) who
concentrated upon your
white skin being
shit

now the
Chicanos were
concentrating….

so
not so bad
now
being under a
motel room
shower
while your
car keys
your wallet
your blade
were under the
mattress (k.c., don’t
leave that stuff
there!)

and you step out
of the motel
shower
wrap a fat white
towel
around your
fat white
body

stepping into
the other room
drips of
you

dropping

you see it
now
in the dresser
mirror

why they hate
you

the Chicanos and
the Blacks.

be glad, man, you’re
not at the exercise
yard at
S.Q.

your choice of just
paying off to live
time
to one or both of
those groups

or
to become a
nazi…

meanwhile, at the
moment
your problem is
easy and sweet:
a) dump the broad
b) go on trying.

meanwhile
you towel off
get
dressed
your stuff
from under the
mattress

leave key on
dresser
get dressed
get
out

walk down
stupid staircase
to parking
lot

where magic
auto is
still there

and
white skin
gets into
auto

fully paid
it
starts
backs out
goes about

travels
boulevard
finds
freeway

driver thinking, I
am proud that I am
white–

it might be the
result of divine
circumstance or
it might be
evil

but I got
it

and suddenly
I think,
white is
beautiful, I am
sick of
apology, I like this
paint job.

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