nypoesi 3/06
 

Four moments of diasporic negativity
overheard from within the echoey corridors
of the venerable halls
of the court house
of the living dream        
of imperialist mal-development
 
“I’m gonna go straight Pueblo on their ass!
                               If they try that shit on me.”
 
“I’m gonna go TriBeca art-fiend
on their ass!
If they try that on me.”
 
“I’m gonna go East London back street
ratatatatatatatat!
—on their ass!
                               If they try that on me.”
 
“I’m gonna go
East meets West,
reformed orientalist 
prof
—on their ass!
                               If they try that on me.”
 
“I’m gonna go Dairy Queen parking lot skate punk     
on their ass!
If they try that on me.”
 
“I’m gonna go West Texas Ranch
30-day weekend
on their ass!
                               If they make me answer a question,
any question”