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|Romeo/Juliet - Redux I&II (esp. for D&L)
|Posted by RC James - 01-31-18 15:34 - 0 comments
Their families at war with each other,
rabid dogs at the heels of a stranger,
one angry son to a feuding brother.
In their own measure, away from danger,
they intertwined hands, welcoming desire,
and gifted each other unwonted bliss.
As the clans’ rivalry spun in a gyre,
the two became aware of their abyss,
a deceptive potion would remedy
the dark mire, albeit a desperate cure.
Deadly, morbid, ill-advised, the recipe
effected a demise of hearts still pure.
In full wedding night posture, unavowed,
forever’s dusky form served as their shroud.
Poppin’ off at each other, kinfolk were,
nasty coon-hounds worryin’ a preacher,
young frisky whelp to a nasty neighbor.
Hid away from peepin’ nosy stalkers,
they clutched each other tight and long,
gave each other a tasty dose of neon blue.
Families pissed as tom's in a gay cat bar,
the pair jumped up to their situation,
blotter acid mixed with pure thorazine
might prove the cure to their dilemma.
Too far-out, spacy, the cocktail, spookily
turned both their lights to endless black,
dressed for the hook-up, down for night,
laid-out, ebony eternity draped them tight.
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|Can I Help You Up?
|Posted by RC James - 01-29-18 14:41 - 2 comments
Flea market booths,
why I’d moved back
to my birth country,
in the fight
"back in the 50’s
in the army,
it wasn’t so good,
but gradual now,
I told him,
a Navajo craftsman,
"there’s a rainbow
red, white, black,
no blue though,
that’s outside me,
up there, big,
what all those colors
inside reach for."
Under that same blue,
later, on my route,
Two tiny latina
swirling, black hair.
in parking lot dirt,
quitting for the day.
Big sister leading,
younger sister trailing,
with new wood cane,
"You one of the three
Legged people too?"
After embarrassing fall,
into a vendor’s display,
where I had chosen
an Indian bag,
flute player design,
I turned to go back,
a small Indian girl
in my path,
moved just a fraction
to miss her
and lost balance,
into middle of display,
hearing glass shattering
as I landed.
The curious gathered,
I rolled to the side,
for whatever I broke,
I’ll pay for that,
I heard glass break.
the hardwood cane,
than I could accept,
inched up in some pain,
choiring at me.
A teenage Latina
gave me a water bottle,
back to infancy,
on the kindness
Dizzy head spinning,
found the street
as a Navajo arrow
shot over me,
to the targeted
I craned my neck
to the limits of pain,
trying to capture
the white puff streak’s
not able to see,
not able to,
All those colors
outside me now,
all with their hands
helping me up,
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