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Serenade me, Julius La Rosa

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Serenade me, Julius La Rosa

Serenade Me, Julius La Rosa

His striped tie has a green tint color 
And his hands are dark and bulging with blood. 
I can see them gripping the steering wheel like parrot talons. 
I can see from all the way up here 
That one of his fingers has a golden wedding ring, 
And he just sits there in that Studebaker 
Looking up at my apartment window, 
Like I’m some freaking captive locked in a high tower, 
And he’s my guard, my sentinel, 
Making sure I do not escape. 
“Hey you! Yeah you! I’m talking to you! 
Oh? You have a problem with me seeing the blond bombshell? 
The one with the face that launched a million ejaculations? 
The face that burned the topless towers 
Of a million American households?” 
Now he has a cigarette going inside that sleek automobile. 
It’s dangling from his lips 
Like a big white toothpick from Scully’s. 
The Los Angeles Mirror, 
The front page, 
Rests forlornly on the passenger seat. 
I can even see the headlines from up here – 
Something about an execution, 
Julius and Ethel R.  
Serenade me, Julius La Rosa! 
Sing to me now! ‘Eh, Cumpari!’ 
It’s 1953 and all’s well in the world. 
There shall be a tiki torch in every back yard! 
“A cocktail? Here, have mine. 
I’m well stocked here in my Kasbah. 
Now, sweetheart, what were you going to say?” 
“When I dance with you, 
I feel like I’m in Paris by the Seine, 
Dancing in technicolor with Gene Kelly. 
You have wonderful moves and a very masculine touch, 
And I can almost hear Gershwin music, 
Way off in the distance.” 
“By the way, my darling Norma Jeane, who taught you to dance?”
 “To be honest, my mother. 
It was an emergency situation, I had a hot date, so…” 
And now we are sashaying on my torn and tattered carpet, 
With Perry Como crooning ‘No Other Love’ on my Hi Fi, 
Over there in the dark corner. 
The lights of the Big Enchilada 
Glisten outside my lone window 
Like a million incandescent candles 
That burn with lust for us. 
“Hold me closer. 
I need to feel your warm blood. 
I need to breathe in your luscious sweet cologne. 
Mmmmmm. Kiss me.”  
“I will kiss you. 
I will kiss you long and I will kiss you very hard. 
But first, my darling, why not some Rachmaninoff, 
The second piano concerto, 
Instead of Perry Como?” 
“No Piggy. 
Locked in your arms I’ll stay. 
Waiting for you to say, 
No other love have I.” 

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  1. Date: 11/2/2013 11:40:00 PM
    Stark,.:-) Congratulations on having your poem featured on the HOME PAGE.... always~ LINDA