I’m No Martian
Shit, man, I’m no Martian
My mother was born in Brooklyn Heights
I just went to a couple of Martian meetings
Just went to a few Martian parties
Slept with a few Martian girls
But shit, man, I ain’t no Martian
Notes:
This poem was previously published in Hey Fella Would You Mind Holding This Piano a Moment (Ithaca House, 1974) and is reprinted here by permission of William J. Harris. It is part of the portfolio “I Hope You Like Being Here with Me: The Work of William J. Harris,” curated by Howard Rambsy II.
Source:
Poetry
(February 2023)
