(Folk Life Festival)
barred with dark glasses see black-clad staid forms; they
barely hear the sounds they came for. Yes, my daddy
and my granddaddy was all carpenters. The toughest
job in the sawmill? Wahl, dont know,
ts all hard work. Arms from shirtless
torso give shoulders massage.
Ah dont know about OSHA, sir,
but ah dont wear gloves; sure
get some splinters, but that saw catch a glove,
pull yew raht in too. Balding heads
nod, out of shirts tagged
with alligators, mouths open, speech displaced
from chewing ribs, feet in flip-flops
I got a pig; now he runs on,
all I want is a little girl,
to feed him when Im gone,
sung to banjo counterpoint.
dont pick up higher voices. Honey, if I
didnt cut up the rabbit myself, it
wouldnt get cut! Now Joe
dont want me to kill
a black snake, says he watches over us. But I
dont see how -- so I kill em.
dissolves lipstick under punk haircuts.
Why, we cook all them little furry
creatures run around, coon n squirrel,
n possum too. Aint she
a real story teller? Course Joe and Ethel
still cook with lard.
is banned by court decree, its whispered,
as sandals with gym socks walk by.
See how she puts her finger in each
biscuit, dont want em to rise too much.
Yall ready to party? Lets have a hand
for a real Cajun band, direct from Madame Gayes
establishment, that is, Noo Awlans!
We play black, that is, creole music at days
end, and like, we aware, watchin
the wild colors whirl.
Deaf n dumb,
they dance with dark glasses, like panthers
pacin bout a point, where once there was
some consciousness, now all numb, jus become
a wavelength within the visible spectrum,
absorbed by polaroid.
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