Tell Me Something Good



She always said she wouldn’t come back next time,
Then she really didn’t come back
Bim waited in the doorway for two days, just looking out
SingDead and ShoNuff walked up to the house
ShoNuff carried a green backpack

The white van of church volunteers drove into town
singing hes got the whole world in his hands

Bim was once a diver, at the bottom of the river
He welded the supports for the new bridge underwater
He saw indescribable terrors and quit the job
He sat in the diner and paid 
twice what he owed for lunch
and got sick in the bathroom

Rock went to her parents house
Her grandfather rolled a blunt bigger
Than a child’s arm and said
You cant ever trust the white man

The smoke billowed from the prison compound
The guards were dead or had retreated

At the sleepover, ShoNuff pretended to be asleep
And pretended to be talking in his sleep
Falling out of the window in pretend sleep

Lil Randy’s Yukon reflected a purple sunset and
A purple sunrise
He didn’t know if he was asleep or awake
Underwater or in his mother’s house

Partners all the way from Huntsville and Memphis
Lined up all the way down the block
Waiting for the gate to open at 8
The cops were sure that Lil Randy was selling something

Junk Baby was revered and adored by the children
And sniffed dope while he lay in bed

The church volunteers waited outside Lil Randy’s mother’s house
Holding paint brushes, buckets and ladders
They did not know that his mother was dead

The cops in orange raincoats smoked
and watched the prison burning
Rock called Bim to ask how were the children
SingDead walked home from school and listened
To her black friends talk shit
About her white daddy
Without saying a thing

When Lil Randy was ten years old
He saw his father beaten by the cops
He decided to stay out of life

He did not excel in school because
He did not care
But he did not fail out
because he was smart
He stayed in his room and listened to the old records
and when he thought he was going to cry
he turned the music off

After he quit the job
Bim rode a tiny motorcycle
from Minnesota to Mississippi
through a hurricane
to get back to Rock
when he saw her standing with the children
outside of the house
all of them in raincoats
Bim felt so weak that he couldnt blink
and the rainwater made him blind






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