THE JUXTAPOSITION OF JULY Originally published on 11/22/2017
If you are on your phone I suggest turning it 90 degrees. This poem contains a visual aspect as well.
Sun streaks stream down like
Heaven’s sweet kiss upon
The blacktop
-where the heat is seen.
So we travel along
And sit in our canoes
Singing sweet songs and
-sweating all the sooner.
Where we laugh and play.
Where we dance and eat.
Where we share and cry.
This pattern repeats.
On the fourth day
We celebrate our independence.
I celebrate our diversity
-for it’s who we are.
Drink after drink.
Dance after dance.
Joke after joke.
This pattern repeats.
Sun streaks stream down like
Heaven’s sweet kiss
Upon the black tar
-burning through my body.
My body: numb and weak.
My body: weak and -- irrevocable.
In a trance of sweet sedation-
situated-
where my agony is
-euphoric.
This pattern repeats.
So I travel along
As I sit in an Uber
Making meaningless manifestations
-of my menial night
Where I sit and chat.
Where I sleep and ignore.
Where I shame and cry.
This pattern repeats.
On the fourth day
-the following day
We celebrate our independence
I celebrate my entrapment
-to the bodies
-that take me
-over
-and
-over
-again.
This pattern…