Fourth of July On a Gargoyle
"FOURTH OF JULY ON A GARGOYLE"
fourth of July, alone in a
mad box down by the terrace
where single men, single
women, senior citizens,
children, lovers, boyfriends,
girlfriends, married couples
and families barbecue. can
you smell it? I’ve walked my
mad box a thousand times,
cleaning, rearranging and
then right back to the blue
sheet where I lay and stare
at a princess. my toilet is
clean but not clean like she
cleaned it. there’s a new box
of soap she bought and now it
sits in the corner of the
tub. no one will find me here
because no one is looking for
me. not the lovers standing
at the top of the Eiffel tower
kissing, not the bones of the
bat, not Bach, not Gould, not
Waits, not the flowers from
the death where I was buried,
not the cold air that fills
the aquariums. out in this
city, wearing pink under a
tree, she sits with the
founding fathers. I’m not
there, there was no invite.
surprise! there was more than
I saw. it is hers. soon, I’ll
finish here and find
something else to stare at
inside this mad box. I may
kiss her good night after we
make love, I may kiss her
good morning after we make
love but I’m not really sure.
she said she’d let me know.
I’ll drive and no one will
know where I’m going because
there is no one to tell that
would be interested. I’ll
wait for the phone to ring
and the light to change
color. I can’t answer what
doesn’t come in. I don’t have
any fireworks she wants to
stare at. today she
celebrates her independence
and the reason is hers. today
I write and the reason and
the writing is mine but-
that’s my problem.
By: Chicano Eddie
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