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American Sonnet for the New Year

1971 –

Things got terribly ugly incredibly quickly

Things got ugly embarrassingly quickly

actually Things got ugly unbelievably quickly

honestly Things got ugly seemingly infrequently

initially Things got ugly ironically usually

awfully carefully Things got ugly unsuccessfully

occasionally Things got ugly mostly painstakingly

quietly seemingly Things got ugly beautifully

infrequently Things got ugly sadly especially

frequently unfortunately Things got ugly

increasingly obviously Things got ugly suddenly

embarrassingly forcefully Things got really ugly

regularly truly quickly Things got really incredibly

ugly Things will get less ugly inevitably hopefully

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What I Am

Fred Sanford's on at 12
& I'm standing in the express lane (cash only)
about to buy Head & Shoulders
the white people shampoo, no one knows
what I am. My name could be Lamont.
George Clinton wears colors like Toucan Sam,
the Froot Loop pelican. Follow your nose,
he says. But I have no nose, no mouth,
so you tell me what's good, what's god,
what's funky. When I stop
by McDonalds for a cheeseburger, no one
suspects what I am. I smile at Ronald's poster,
perpetual grin behind the pissed-off, fly-girl
cashier I love.

Terrance Hayes

1999

We Should Make a Documentary About Spades

And here is all we’ll need: a card deck, quartets of sun people
Of the sort found in black college dormitories, some vintage
Music, indiscriminate spirits, fried chicken, some paper,

A writing utensil, and a bottomless Saturday. We should explore
The origins of a derogatory word like spade as well as the word
For feeling alone in polite company. And also the implications
Of calling someone who is not your brother or sister,

Brother or Sister. So little is known of our past, we can imagine

Terrance Hayes

2017

At Pegasus

They are like those crazy women 
   who tore Orpheus
      when he refused to sing,

these men grinding
   in the strobe & black lights
      of Pegasus. All shadow & sound.

"I'm just here for the music," 
   I tell the man who asks me
      to the floor.

Terrance Hayes

1999

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American Sonnet for the New Year

More by this poet

What I Am

We Should Make a Documentary About Spades

At Pegasus

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