Mandela Elegy
Lenore Weiss
12/16/2013
On that day in Oakland,
Every concession stand sold your t-shirt,
a silk-screened picture, fist raised
for the last leg of a world-wide tour
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On that day in Oakland,
Every concession stand sold your t-shirt,
a silk-screened picture, fist raised
for the last leg of a world-wide tour
“He knows a history unknown in history books.”
It was in the South Side Salon in Keithsville, Louisiana where I discovered buttery nipples, a drink that my bartender friends tell me is composed of two main ingredients: butterscotch schnapps and Bailey’s cream.
When you’re in the belly of the monster You don’t consider if your lipgloss is sticky Or if your hair spray is crunchy Or how Steve Jobs, if he found
Medusa, the marketeers paraded you up and down the red carpet snapping photographs to appear the next day on CNN and Entertainment Tonight, social media clamoring for another look at
Cal Robert’s was either a genius or insane. But the general consensus was, “That boy’s crazy.”