Austerville long ago one time

[Mark T]

I found myself in smoke and sirens
ducking with this brah one riot day
him spotted with jail tats and scars,
like a bad cat. We hunkered to tjune,
crushed and pulled one chillum skyf
upwind away from some burning car

So he said…
on the question of racism
you project some idealism
but also say it’s your fate
to benefit from apartheid
and that don’t fit
with not being
one hypocrite

So I said…
What must I do, my bru
go kap my ballie for you?
I scooped one bruin-cherrie
last night and today this shit,
the kêrels are chasing me too.

Aah fuck you witou, he spat
you come slam it in the slums,
put a office tie back on Monday - 
but he passed the bottle, anyway. 















 

[Royal Thorn 78]

". . . but he passed the bottle anyway. . . "  Deep-dive dialog, Mark.  I could follow most of the dialect.  The rest is pretty context-evident. 

It's an amazement that poems this good still occasionally land here.  You are the only drone-pilot left, I think.   

Check Founders Forum when you get a chance.

Cheers.

RT

[indar]

Read this a few times Mark and greatly appreciate the dialect and, as RT observes as well, I'm able to pretty much get it in context. I do notice the "other speaker" does not engage in the same patois. But he is the inhabitant of the slums, the N who wears the tie back to the office speaks the less proper English. Is there an explanation? Does this almost guarantee there will be great differences of opinion? Nicely done example of how a passing of the bottle (breaking of bread, sharing a joke) can unite in at least small ways.

I am always attracted to any interactions between people that give me insight into cultural differences that seem to always contain as well cross-cultural similarities.

This write of yours is a pleasure to read.