DEEP
A Tale of Two Boys
iT WUZ MIDNIGHT ON THE OCEAN
nOT A STREETCAR WUZ IN SIGHT
tHE SUN WUZ SHINING BRIGHTLY
4 IT RAINED ALL DAY THAT NIGHT
tWO BAREFOOT BOYS WITH SHOES ON
sTOOD SITTING BY A TREE
bEST FRIENDS LONGER THAN EITHER REMEMBERED
tHE TWO WERE BLOOD-SWORN ENEMIES
bACK-2-BACK THEY FACED ONE ANOTHER
bOTH DREW SWORDS AND SHOT EACHOTHER
wHEN A DEAF POLICEMAN HEARD THE NOISE
hE FOUND AND KILLED THE TWO DEAD BOYS
dIGGING A SHALLOW GRAVE IN DEEP, DARK WATERS
hE DISCOVERED BOTH BOYS WERE HIS ONLY DAUGHTER
hEART FILLED WITH SORROW THE COP STARTED 2 GRIN
aWAKENING THE TWO DEAD BOYS AGAIN
2 THE EAST THE SUN IS SETTING
iT WILL SOON BE YESTERDAY
aS TWO DEAD BOYS RUN LAUGHING
fROM A DEAF POLICEMAN'S GRAVE
This wuz the first piece of mine 2 ever be published by someone other than myself. I wrote it at a party while I wuz drunk and gave it 2 this chick I wuz trying 2 nail. Much later I wuz at her house and she showed it 2 me. I didn't remember writing it, but I took what she gave me and started from there and ended up here. It's original genesis may lie in a children's playground rhyme, but so far that can't really be confirmed or denied. My sister swears it is true, however. Anyone else recognize it? Have anything else 2 say about it? Let me know...
Mary
The bruise hadn't quite swollen her eye shut yet
Mary noticed in her reflection
As she tried 2 reach across the dresser
4 the perfume Professor Watkins
Had once remarked smelled rather nice
One spring morning
Back in Seventy-five
Oh, such a long time ago
She was still just Mary Jenkins then
She hadn't yet married him
Although she had seen him once or twice
Probably after a game
Or over at Bobby Sue's
She was Head Cheerleader
(whoop-te-do)
Looking back she had 2 admit
He was awfully nice.
She wondered what it was she'd done
2 turn him N2 this thing he'd become
How had the man she fell in love with
Turned N2 this person she feared?
It all started when he lost his job
Then there was the time she'd left the back door unlocked
And they got robbed
He put her in the hospital that time
Hit her so hard she'd damned near went blind
He swore he'd never do it again
And he didn't Until the next time
It just kept getting worse
Year after year
Until the beating became better
Than the never ending fear
Of where or when the next one would happen
Or why?
She'd silently cry
After it was over
Why me?
What did I do? Why me?
He'd hit her this morning because his breakfast was cold
Still that wasn't as bad as the way she believed him
When he told her
I'm finna kill U when I get back, bitch!
Then he got N2 his car and drove off 2 god knows where
Probably that whore he keeps somewhere in the city
He came through the door around eleven forty-five
Said ready 4 your medicine, bitch?
Just B4 she shot him four times
Make sure the bastards
DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD
Just kept running over and over
In her head
The third time she pulled the trigger
Is when she finally went insane
Oddly enough Her psychiatrist chose 2 blame it on
Delayed Stress
Or something along that vein
But Mary doesn't mind
That Mary lost her mind
Because Mary Jenkins died
A long time ago
She died the night she said I do
Never once realizing
What she was getting N2
Was a long, hard life of violence
Mary bowed her head 2 pray
As a voice somewhere far away
Said U have the right 2 remain silent
Those of U who notice such things will notice that this version of Mary is slightly different from any previously published version. It used 2 bother me whenever artists did this. However, having lived with this bitch now 4 over 10 years I have 2 tell U that every once in a while it is nice just 2 shake shit up a little and see what falls out the bottom. I hope U enjoyed it. Please feel free 2 leave me any comments U may have.
The Ballad of Lori Beth and Patty
Wontcha roll us up a fatty
Asked Lori Beth of Patty
And old friend of hers that was staying
4 a week or so just playing
Some daze she'd work on her tan
Other daze whichever man happened 2 catch her eye
She'd just smile or walk up and say, "Hi...
Mind if I buy U a drink?
No matter the man
He'd be putty in her hands
It happened 2 far 2 many gentlemen 2 count
no doubt
Once they were her's she'd take them 4 it all
If the mark couldn't fuck she'd find someone else 2 ball
All the while saying things like
"Honey Bunch...where are we having lunch?"
And, "God, I love the way U smile..."
Then after awhile the mark'd fall hook line and sinker
And undoubtedly think her as in love with her as he with him
Then he would shower her with gifts such as diamonds and furs
Which she would trade 4 dope almost as soon as she got home
Then her and Lori Beth would lock themselves in a room and get stoned
Just two old friends sitting side by side
Both had been pall bearers
Neither a bride
Both had made Dean's List
Neither one cared
Neither Lori Beth nor Patty
Wuz willing 2 share
Whatever dream she may be dreaming of
Neither one realizing true friendship
Is as rare as true love.
I remember when I wrote this piece. It wuz like I wuz in a fucking trance or something. I thought of the first line and wrote it down. As soon a it wuz down on paper, I thought of te next line and then the next and so on and so forth until the fucker wuz done. It is one of my personal favorites, and almost always a hit when read aloud! Let me know if U agree with me by leaving a comment!
nigger
nigger...
Just another word, right?
Left alone
Not entirely unlike...
Cracker
But the POWERS THAT BE
Have unilaterally decreed
U can't use the word nigger
In our enlightened society
Unless U black and by black
I mean blacker than me
If U is a cracker that shit i heard
Better had been the N word
Which don't make a whit of sense 2 me
Since it's the same racist shit
Whichever way I choose 2 say it
It's enough 2 give me fits and spells
Thinking bout all that
MONEY MONEY MONEY
I ain't finna ever get the chance 2 spend
Am I supposed 2 watch as U rape my brothers and sisters
Somehow trying 2 pretend the same shit ain't happening 2 me?
And what of THE POWERS THAT BE?
From some far away place
Across some uncrossable sea
There they sit in control of distant communities
Squeezing ever tighter
Giggling as they bleed
And this well-fed, well-bred white bread motherfucker
Never does realize
Never does he see
The only nigger he need fear
Hell, the only nigger he's ever been near
Is that one looking back at him
When he looks in the mirror
This piece has been published in a collection of American poetry titled, Reflections...A Collection of Short Poetry. It iz my third poem I have had published (by someone other than me).
What do U think? Let me know with a comment!
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