OJ poem about symbolism no 1.

Like a billion mafia hits

they drug him out shackled by his ankles. Crumpled. His mouth

juicy like that w***e Linda on Chalmers St.  who holds

the infelicitous  semen of the day under her tongue. If we wish

for light, even broken light or the

light that washes the backs of the unrelieved,

we are no better off than the wonderful darkness. Even the Zenia

selfishly take their sweet time to blossom. I mean,

even they need it on the skin of the old. On the soil.

"He use to be so fine" my sister says at 65

still rocking the mythical baby she had out of wedlock

with Smokey Robinson of the Miracles in 1971. "People

say i'm the life of the party because I tell a joke or two". That was

enough before she became disposed. From my little room

beside hers I arranged my toys like a mercenary. Not by height

but by the doom they could cause. By what toy train could

wreck the hardest. By what GI JOE could blow the enemy apart

hiding in their bunkers of sand and straw. We knew no other way

to kill than by flame thrower. Anything else was too good for the condemned.

I own a sweater, a red one that I would dearly love to keep red,

so I keep it safely in the drawer next to my CWA Retiree tee shirt. Last I

looked they had both become like bloody gloves,

the way they keep themselves holy from the light.

The way their self-indulgence tries hopelessly to fit me.

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A first class piece full of brittle reflection of a time past swamped by seventies music and a certain star turn, turned. One small observation/question, did you mean
'they drug him'? not they 'dragged him' or 'drag him'

[h d e rushin]

thanks john for stopping by and thank you my friend for the correction....dana

[Corset]

If I haven't told you how brilliant you are today , please remind me, that while consorting with the enemy we throw out a few things that should have been more important, but we hold them tightly, too tightly, so tightly to our chest that what once might have made a difference , matters so little in the end...that its almost like it never happened.

[h d e rushin]

dearest love: thank you so much for those words this morning. there was a time, say 1995, when we tried our damnest to live inside the capacity of others. OJ places us at the moment when anyone innocent is killed. So his very being is then integral to everything we think going forward. I wish so badly that he would just stay gone but he is like the old "People" magazine we thought we threw away only to find out that it is what is keeping the end table steady. He would make a great poet since he could speak of great pain, great heartbreak,great resolve, great loss and great glory without being bothered by the contradictions. Thank you my friend....dana

[Corset]

mmmmmm, not a fan of the man, but I am a fan of yours...I think my table would be better wobbly...but I understand , like the 911 incident I think we could have done without that certain iconic era, I don't know honey i'm not feeling charitable with the juice .

[W.k.kortas]

I spent a lot of time in Upstate New York, where The Juice (and of course his offensive line, known as The Electric Company, 'cause they turned loose the juice) was king, but that was so long ago and so much has changed, for OJ and for us. But you said a whole hell of a lot better.

[h d e rushin]

dearest wk...OJ, the adjective not the man, still gives off these subconscious messages. And depending on who you are, where you are standing in the world, what your standing is in the world, you hold a view on (His) Americas unreven jurisprudence. He thus becomes one of the more complex figures of the last 200 years....Like Rasputin, Einstein or Coltrane.
I remember the so named Electric Company.. that was when O-LINEMEN weighed 235 pounds....Which makes his achievements even the more remarkable. Thanks for your views my friend....dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

so do the sweater and t-shirt still fit?
when he tried on the glove he had a plastic glove on underneath, now how the heck was it going to fit.
i like many of the statements you imply in this classic piece of poetry...love the allusion to smokey and "Tracks of my Tears"---
and it just stuns me that this man is walking free again...he hides in his bunker of lies and deception.

[h d e rushin]

I can never slip a Mowtown reference by you my friend....Never! thank you brother....dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Motown is my favorite....