Daniel Karbon Poems

Did Gil Scott Heron ever worry about all those baseball caps
Messing up his hair
I know I would
If I had hair like that
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I've still got the poem you wrote for me.
It's folded up and fading
But it's in my wallet and just so long as I know where that wallet is
I'll know where that poem is, too.
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The pigeons and the welfare cheats muddle about in the light of God
Stretching out their wings and tasting
The fruit of the garden
They are outrageous in their dances, in their games
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Kid killers, tiny little soldiers
Sharpen their glances on basketball courts
Bring themselves gasping to color atop borrowed backseats
Harden themselves under the strop of the overseers
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One thing I know about myself
Is that I have a tendency of opening things
Incorrectly
Nothing More
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Why the killing
Of one desperate people by another
We're all desperate sometimes,
Aren't you?
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Honey darling
Come quick
There's a young boy
And his feet are in the sink
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Call the doctor
Call the hearse
The acid flashbacks
Are getting worse
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Maybe the reason there will never be peace
Is that out of all the thousands of fingers that have tried
To redecorate the insides of my head
The only ones I'd even consider
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