There are still Indians in Los Angeles, I spoke with one of them on September 14th.
–Jimmie Durham, Sequence of Events
There are still Indians in Philadelphia, I spoke with one of them on July 4th.
At Frank Clements Bar I heard the fable
about the cat who was belled,
And I never knew a town could see it coming.
Who made the movie with the severed ear?
Who dumped the body in the trunk?
Who thought the TV newsman was Christ?
Who punched a horse at the Mardi Gras
& told the 88 year old to show him her tits?
Who dropped the bomb on the Afrikan revolution?
Who murdered & went to the club called Asylum?
No I never knew a town that saw it coming.
I went down last night to the union hall
where Billie Holiday was being paged.
She never sang “God Bless the Child”
in this town.
We don’t have a suburb called Druid Hills.
We don’t have a suburb called Slaughter Beach.
We don’t have a suburb called LA.
We only have a Sunday blue law.
We only have an Old City Poe House.
We only have a runaway cougar.
We only have a Lenape summer camp.
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