The Passage of the Black Gene - Elvis Perkins

I saw a woman

out in the evening

going her Mary way

up a city block

Stricken by a strange pose

bent out of shape

the pose of a puppet

master gone

Looking up and in

to a light across the road

she froze for a moment

then moved on

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When I came to

where she’d been

I looked around for a mirror

and found in its place a billboard

Beaming down a model

in the echo of her body

selling, no yelling, yelling

the black jean

And looking up and in

to the light across the road

I froze for a moment

then moved on

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'Take it off of me

We’ll live this way forever

I’ll make you the fairest babe

that’s ever been'

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