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Riding Sixties Shotgun

I was in the shotgun seat
in 1960 Lansing Michigan
headed straight as a harddrive
through ghettoizing "Negra Section"
hunting down our commercial whitebread 
heavenly ThriftyAcres

Wanna be a WalMart ImPlantation
but not Southern enough,
somehow,
to withstand straight-male competition
in fluent White Privileged culture
favoring evangelical
flavoring monotheistic 
monoculturing AnthroSupremacists
fueling Future Farmers

Kinda like 
patriarchal-capitalist
****-retentive pathological trauma
homophobic nature v pantheistic erotic spirit
unenlightened Left unhealthy
and disempowered Right unsafe colonizing wealth
win/lose hoarding
apartheid community dissociative trauma
chronic supremacist anxiety disorders
degenerating unhealthy 
inside whites only classrooms
contrasting all black and brown summer outside classrooms
feeling shared 
yet severed
healthier and safer together
red-and-blue blooded
bipartisan hearts.

School would soon reopen.
We were on our way to buy
back to school
shirts and cool jeans,
and whitey tighties
and Elvis Presley-worthy
3rd grade new classmate
Arturo Hernandez 
disturbing white-pecked T-shirts.

A warm mid-western August
urban day
for us white family farmers
traveling East
when a dark-skinned handsome boy
my same eight years of age
riding his bike
right out proud along a cracked
and broken tree-lined sidewalk
with other kids around
playing hot hopscotch
abandoned and abound
near a sun-baked naked curb.

He looked over.

With my window down
I felt
and smelled
his shared fragrance
for a moment brown eye to blue
so improbably in love with you
are who I was made for
highest
deepest
widest
narrow
pleasing best.

Maybe we could become
boyfriends
and then old-school married
naked together, sometime
someday
somewhere
a time for lust

By carnal discared yet caring accident
discovering we both explore scary pleasure
favored with him brown-eyed beautiful above
and me under
blue-eyed wide ginger
passionate red-curly-headed
MeWe luscious
wrapped around his waist,
both wanting to give
to conceive
to reconceive
what could be possible
laudable
nutritional

As I can mostly missionary
dimly remember mystery
sounds,
dim sight,
and fertile smell
when EarthMother's egg
was open-whole system
fertilized by spraying 
Yangstrong sperm informing
incoming
integral potentiating
seed
and feed
and breed
and bleed
and need
and divine peaking deed

He drove racing athletically
just to tie
our metallic bronze-skinned Ford
sedate, seats six, sedan
on his battered red bicycle
3-speed bad
as glad

His only helmet a handsome head
glistening in noon-day summer's seismic sun,
crow-black
tight-curled
gracious gotta-touch it
play with
feel him

His warm wet scalp massaged,
his salty lips tasted,
his breath and nether sacred
dualdark parts
breathed in
absorbed
until my breath nearly stopped

Then he fell behind,
and was gone
until I met you

And there he was again remembered
this eight year old glamorous
brown-skinned boy
now grown
into this handful thirties

Wanting me
to love him,
and only him,
to worship if I want,
as will he
in sacred
1/0 double-Taurus
1960's HolySpirit co-passion
for playing only win/win peak hotness
co-governing robustly resonant
co-relations

Reparations
if you will
then so will I
GoldenRule give with you
what all StraightWhiteMale
patriarchal monotheists
would most fear
slatternly given away
in lust for men of color
in that unimageable
thighs spread needy open
way

LeftBrain dominantly win/lose
either/or zero-sum competitors
Left v Right polynomials
reweaving Left-with-Right bicamerals
polyculturing communion, not monoculturing competition,
creolizing, not colonizing,
cooperating, not hunting down
for a profitable military-industrial
LeftBrain dominant 
ecopolitical kill

Not yet nightmarish anxiously imagined
when I was eight years old
in our Ford's shotgun seat
back in 1960 Lansing Michigan
headed unstraight white 
male as a harddrive
through ghettoizing "Negra Section"
distracted by our up and outing
ThriftyAcres
shifty cold cash unsettling 
sacred brown-bred manna.

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