by Robert Lloyd Jaffe
There are two kinds of people
in this world;
those with parents,
and those without:
and they don’t know
each other.
There are two kinds of people
in this world;
those with children,
and those without:
and they don’t know
each other.
The white-robed black woman
leans over her hungry baby,
who finds her nipple--
and sucks
and sucks and sucks.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I am an observer and listener of the music of life. Where I find cadence, I find my interest and passion directed. It can be sound, light, smell, or purely an experience of thought. The sky, the sea, the mountains, and the machines that allow me to explore those places draw my attention, and give me serenity.
Last updated May 06, 2016