| Streetnotes | Summer 2008 | xcp |
Richard Hamiliton
A wood pecker on top a telephone pole
A black man walks out
Of his apartment, gun in
His hand. The bird flies away.
Is that what I think
I say. Yeah.
Too easy.
No more pecking noises
In the parking lot.
Easy. Go down to
The pawn shop
And courthouse.
Watching him examine
His chrome rims, his car.
The bird off to some other
Place.
(c)Richard Hamilton 2008
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