chicago.....little c.

 

 

 

I did not learn to un-catch a single thing from my front row seat like Steve Bartman did. Only that if

I sat quietly with shoulders slumped, pity would come eventually. Not far from
Wrigley a turf war brims. It's Ms. Thompson's son this time laying face down under a sheet

his right hand still clutching his 9 and it is June. His father breaks through the barricades

demanding to see his son. It is that scene from "The Godfather" when Sonny is mowed down

in a ruse about hotheadedness. Only this time I felt betoken with wings and felt;

this time "you can't clean the boy up enough for his mother" .

 

I did not learn to uncap a single thing this summer. God and America are values not deity's/

so I can't get through the day without someone offering me "a word". No, not those that the

emogies  fatten with round smiles but those you grind out from atop some teetering

Bank-of-America building/ those pulled fresh out of thickheadedness

and this constant resolve to comprehend. Black males with kill each other for less.

 

My dad use to tell me threateningly through poem and lash

and those wildly oblong flowers he drew on the margins, that life and love is

a process although warped with a sort of reality that even little sister

could not cut and paste away it's desire. "What has poetry got you but the courage

to be more suicidal or the right to seem, at best, innocent or un-preyed upon? Have a single

one saved a life? Have you written one

 

on the a*s print of a dhoti or has one paralyzed you in that altered basalt of gabbro and heroin?

Have you ever seen one pulled out from beyond the sky or so vocational that it nursed your

ugly a*s back to beauty? What i'm asking is, have the halfbeak's of the Merigolds you planted

in May still bloom in September? Do the squirrels still think they are food

only to spew out the yellow, powdery crust,

and it's layers and layers of thirst upon the land?

Reviews

[Mari R-J]

Tears. I live about 30 miles from Chicago. This is beautiful, full of emotions, angry, frustrated. Really good.

[h d e rushin]

thank you so much Mari R-J for stopping by with those kind comments....dana