The Unrecognizable

by Lamont Palmer

Fate, you strange witch;
you carry me where you carry me
through beachtowns offseason, cold and quiet,
through cities, sizzling with news and 
through messes that stick like new dew to old thoughts;
left me in a hallway once in West Baltimore with a whore
who pretended to only be someone's tipsy granddaughter
to lure me in; went threw my pockets, 
erased what I had, but didn't erase
the prurient curiosity. 
I stood my ground, foolishly, 
under an unreliable sky--from 21 to 30, the rambling years.
Fate, I wont attempt to fight you, your nails are as long
as the wind,
and I am like a kidnapped boy in the backseat
blindfolded--I hear the movements,
I know I am flying, but I dont know to where.

Fate, you have a strangeness I don't recognize;
your face is dark and blends in too well with the night.
Then sometimes it is bright and disguises itself
in sun rays.
There is such promise as a child, glowing like a diminuitive star
such reason to walk like a impressive Gulliver,
tramping through nearly invisible villages, cities in awe of your feet.
I see the afro'd pictures from 78, 
the future all tangled up in the proud young hair,
I didnt enjoy the power, why didnt someone alert me? 
Shake me, shake me!
Fate--the stabbing of our backs, 
the violent blood, 
tended to by medicinal flowers, sly fate.


The Unrecognizable by Lamont Palmer

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