welcome Charles Bronson

the Orpheum was the place

to be on Saturday afternoons

with the heat and the stale buttered vapors

seats made of coils some stuffing and velvet

were a dollar 25 each for a matinee with Bruce Lee

dragons and fists delayed come backs and flying weapons

id sit in the dark tootsie rolls melting in my palms

waiting for my Da to bet on his horses

and roll with one of his Misses

during intermission id turn my head round

and was quickly turned to stone by the shine

of the projector and then the lights would

kneel down and welcome Charles Bronson

with the guns and the cars and the wishes

once upon a time

Pay It Forward Thursday- May 09, 2019

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talking to me still

there were times that as a child i’d run away into my imagination especially when the adults would fight it particularly hurt to hear my mother give up on God because she was so fed up with my father at that time i had two safe havens God and my imagination i was confused i had no leadership no plan no order later as a teen i had too many thoughts but zero beliefs i prayed but it was hollow i did it for the same reason smokers smoke out of habit i further went into my head i proved to be too much for myself as well there was too much empty space in a 90 lb body and the space in the hole of my soul was even greater i would draw lines idly at times not really connected to the sensation in my fingers one rainy morning walking to my school ditching destination i noticed three perfect snails juicy full of ooze and as i crouched to get a closer look i saw their flat gill like body making slow waves on the pavement as they carried their homes on their little gooey backs and as they millimetered toward a retainer wall with ivy and empty Schlitz bottles i noticed a silvery slick trail it was beautiful i thought but alas my hooky buddy was waiting with booze amongst other things now that i am writing down these thoughts i realize that i was shattered banged up and at times beaten but had i been broken i would not have been able to see God’s covenant of a silver lining under the three perfect snails He was talking to me still

legacy

fresh green jewel eyes

tiptoeing through the garden

watch your children grow
babes cling to your breast 

nourishing their tender souls

stretch out their tendrils
the dawn crawls to you

threatening beast that cuts you down

your seed have scattered 

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unlike Joanie and Chachi

the side of your salty neck

was black with my eyeliner

your purple nails tore at my back

while i tried to pull down my pants

you had insisted on wearing your dad’s kilt

to a Circle Jerks recital

and with breathless whispers we gave up

i pulled up and you pulled down

but as a consolation prize

you let me grope your jockey ass

as the first riff of

“I just want some skank” started

proclamation

i

stand here

in front of

you i a warrior

of truth and justice

angel of mercy that

i am by the water of

redemption and everlasting

life child of holy light forever

mighty soldier spirit freedom fighter

sent by the will of the Almighty Ghost

to protect you from your enemies

and to protect them from your greed

i am the innocent one

filled with the strength of love

conquering all that

harms you Mother

keeper of

us all

Earth

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Brahman

Taino although you’re not here anymore the Nirvana Arms still stand tall and even though our friendship was perplexing you taught me morality and how to see the goodness in the least expected people decency is at times not where we think it might or should be

And remember Waverly she’s a lawyer now but back then she was a lost kid we all hated you for calling the authorities on her folks for neglect although it was true we were mostly just tax exemptions religious guilt rescue pregnancies and a terrific pain in the ass to them but you saw us as diamonds in a very rough and unjust place

I learned how to walk in heels layer foundation insert a tampon and fill out job applications because of you and you sat me down to explain why i shouldn’t take my life all the while inside you were already dying against your will

No one came to say goodbye to you not even me and all i could think about was how you tore me away from rapists on Werdin Place and held me tight after the cops came never judged the look of my veins and gave me compassion at levels that until this day it’s so hard to take

Once in a while i see a strawberry blond wig at the Goodwill and smile or at Walgreens the cheap acrylic nail kits you were fond of tug at my very soul at Macy’s the tropical prints you admired and honored me in choosing for you and when we got into trouble and the hoosegow loomed in our future you were always a father and when needed for love advice calling off the school vice squad or a tender non judgmental kick in the ass you were always our mother