Mark Krueger
I have been thinking a lot about children in the US who have children and the conditions they grow up in, and this poem came out:
Weave and bop;
dip and slide
Weave and bop;
dip and slide
What’s up, man?
What’s happening, brother
press flesh
wanna be
Weave and bop;
dip and slide
break dance
spin on your head
force time
to stand still
Weave and bop;
dip and slide
ride blue lights
and bass speakers
roam
Weave and bop;
dip and slide
dwell like a man
inside a woman
he does not love;
live in a reservation
of despair
Weave and bop;
dip and slide
match colors
this gang; that gang
walk your baby to the store
this hood; that hood
find a morsel of sweetness
for a tiny mouth
your mouth; my mouth
Weave and bop;
dip and slide
Weave and bop;
dip and slide
wanna be
