Urbana Nirvana

By Michael Ollie Clayton

I love the city, I hate the city. I miss the city, I don't miss the city. I crave the city, I am depraved because of the city.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Dec 29, 2016
• ISBN: 9781365643378

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Urbana Nirvana

Urbana Nirvana

Michael Ollie Clayton

Copyright © 2006 by Michael Ollie Clayton 

ISBN #:  978-1-365-64337-8

All rights reserved.  No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage or retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

This book was printed in the United States of America. 

Part Of The Story 

Ronald had his chin blown off

by an AK-47 assault rifle put together

outside the United States, probably flown in

on a military transport jet,

if not a Learjet, but, certainly, the gun did cross water and, apparently, was predestined on October 10, 1997 to be in the 1500 block of North Roberston Street 

in Treme in New Orleans in Louisiana

in  this fine, fine tapestry called America.

No matter the origin of the gun, though.

Black hands eventually purchased it.

A black finger pulled the trigger, repeatedly.

A black man-child took the bullets.

Six black children got left behind, and a black family cried.

The police presided over the victim’s 15 minutes of ugly fame.

A white-owned newspaper publicized the sorrow,

and a black-owned funeral parlor profited greatly from the drama.

But the part of the story that didn’t come out

is that Ronald was never forgiven for once living like a devil,

nor was it told about those days

when Ronald was God’s kindest earth angel.

The Week Mea Culpa Became Popular & Overused

On the heels of immunity, a disgruntled, or scorned, or gifted Tripp-ed up Starr-struck consenting adult, who, at the time, may or may not have been entered, or ridden

by a commander, a chief, rode high on a crusty stain;

this press-minted, press-dented intern (out-twist) helped plow a deep ditch through a vast field of national xenophobia;

as such, our fascination with a smidgen of another language

(not too much, please)

went