Excerpt: (poem from the book)
Puts me in the Mind of
Ike’s mood 50, six degrees of separation, you cry in your sleep how each world began differently In mine for example, two black men hugging, no chaperone, no domain to stone in them and it’s patronizing that you even like me again
Against your lazy sentences, about being about it- what brisk diplomacy- System-My Ships, have become yours and reported and veteran, how distracted, how enormous, how tugboat, how come High Risk
my sister, my sailor for instance Centers in the circle of a crowd
