Basquiat Not Dead

Green-Wood Cemetery

Brooklyn

New York

GENIUS CHILD

This is a song for the genius child.

Sing it softly, for the song is wild.

Sing it softly as ever you can -

Lest the song get out of hand.

     Nobody loves a genius child.

Can you love an eagle, 

Tame or WILD?

Can you love an eagle, 

Wild or TAME?

Can you love a monster

Of frightening name?

      Nobody loves a genius child.

Kill him - and let his soul run wild.

Langston Hughes

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