the waste of words

continues with a stunning

persistence

as the waiter runs by carrying the loaded

tray

for all the wise white boys who laugh at

us.

no matter. no matter,

as long as your shoes are tied and

nobody is walking too close

behind.

just being able to scratch yourself and

be nonchalant is victory

enough.

those constipated minds that seek

larger meaning

will be dispatched with the other

garbage.

back off.

if there is light

it will find

you.