gotta watch that timer

aka:
it still sucks to be black in 2006


voyeuristic tic-tic-tic timed living
for release at the break of clay
and the head tossed back, ha!
dust swiped fist bitten lip caned
mutton legged don't get me started
with those small hands poised
and a smile spit out a tooth
a line of candyred as he cusped
go on fucker you called me nigger
but the dog bit ME first he said, but
the dog bit me first...
and hey, nobody cared
by then, everyone wanted a piece
of that fuck-you pie. a jaw was careless
tarmack and he didn't give a damn
just wanted revenge. anything in the truck
oh, that woulda been swell. i could feel
every pained breath taken and every wild
swipe come curse yeah he's pissed, i'd be
starry livid. so hell, it was coming fast now
but then we got our breathing synchronized
gotta give him credit. cuz the boys, they were
all riled up, especially the ones goin' at it
in the truck. i'll hit ya he said. yeah i'll hit ya.
if ya want me to. i will. i don't know how he
ended up then smiling cocked up from that
broken mouth like a pacified baby. i think he
knew. said he's alright man, yeah, he's
all right. but i'm just a poor sod in the wrong
dialtone in the wrong coloured flesh bleeding
the same cup of red on the white tile floor




and that is a true tale, more or less, saturday night in the back of beyond...