Late Night in America

No reason to get up. Stay up as
late as I want. No job. No school. No
hope. I used to love the cock’s crow. Signified
a new day dawning. Now sleep til three. Hate the setting sun. Nighttime means
re-runs of a life’s better days. Had job. Had life. Had meaning. Had
hopes upward mobility.

The Gravel Road

Sharp rocks hurt like Hell, but
I keep walking to make my way home.
Not to the trailer park. Trailers
don't hold up too well in violent storms.
I want the brick house that will say "Heyyyy,
that is not a storm, it's just a bad dream, the one you always
feel will come get you." She says it louder than the tornado's train track
which run down the middle of this gravel road. The
one that has the sharp rocks. That hurt like
HELL!

...LOVE

She lives
therefore she is
...LOVE.

Lecture by Poet Activist Legendary Amiri Baraka / LeRoi Jones

Lecture on politics in the poetic.

http://www.archive.org/details/naropa_amiri_baraka_lecture_on