#AmericanWriters
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—