Weak little Henry boy
Knuckles jutting thru brick-stained skin.
Prepubescent fingers folding into a neophyte's fists,
joints cackling, crackling,
betraying the boy's cursed frailty
Tough-guy threat done gone dead.
Henry ducked and dashed.
Seeking asylum on the other side...
A schoolyard where tender-aged disciples were playing under the hawk-eye gaze of white civility.
Slackening his pace.
Chest-deep in an undulating alabaster sea.
Seen nor Unseen.
Henry, BIG little PAKI BOY Henry!
As conspicuous as a cockroach on a slice of white bread!
As odd...
who, at a dire moment before, had nearly gotten his head flattened by the volatile hyperbolic masculinity of white youth.
But now, now, BIG little, little BIG Henry Boy, was irrevocably turned into a speck of dust, a fuzzy indiscernible spot of brown, that an artist's rendering of the insufferable stain was not a rendering at all, but a mistake. Yet, a more sinister design is now evident. A Mephistophelian oversight.
Seeking asylum on the other side...
A schoolyard where tender-aged disciples were playing under the hawk-eye gaze of white civility.
Slackening his pace.
Chest-deep in an undulating alabaster sea.
Seen nor Unseen.
Henry, BIG little PAKI BOY Henry!
As conspicuous as a cockroach on a slice of white bread!
As odd...
who, at a dire moment before, had nearly gotten his head flattened by the volatile hyperbolic masculinity of white youth.
But now, now, BIG little, little BIG Henry Boy, was irrevocably turned into a speck of dust, a fuzzy indiscernible spot of brown, that an artist's rendering of the insufferable stain was not a rendering at all, but a mistake. Yet, a more sinister design is now evident. A Mephistophelian oversight.
A re-birth.
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| PHOTO BY SI |
