Long Lifenight Poems
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Socialites
those was good days.
sneakin' out the bedroom window
tryin' harder not to wrinkle our frocks
than not to wake momma
runnin' down the dusty road
with pointy-toe pumps in tote
hopin' we didn't miss too much
of the party.
greeted at the end of the road
by three cats
in they daddy's shiny black Bonneville
waitin' to give us a ride.
they'd be justa skinnin' and grinnin'
thinkin' they might just get some ass
before the night was through.
some nights,
if them cats was slick enough,
they would.
we'd Slide all night at the juke joint.
eatin' pickled pigfeet and
gettin' high off of stump-hole liquor.
tellin' lies 'bout how
we was gonna go to New York one day
and how we was gonna go to Coney Island
for hotdogs at Nathan's.
and then go over to Queens
to find us a soul food joint
for a taste of collards and cornbread.
from there,
we would just follow the crowd to Harlem
and take us a place in line
waitin' our turn to
bow at the feet of Apollo,
god of the Chitlin Circuit.
soon,
he would entertain us with
his dukes and his queens, and his godfathers
and, boy!
that palace would be smokin'!
'course
all eyes would be on us-
the socialites from the sticks-
all dolled up in our fitted skirts
with can-can slips underneath
and the cats in they pencil suits and wing-tips
and all us thinkin'
if only the niggas back home could see us now-
snappin' and tappin' in Harlem
with dukes, and queens, and godfathers.
A blossoming evening,serene valleys,meadows and alleys
Cottages in distance twinkling little lanterne lights
Indigo moon peeping from blue black velevet skies
Sparkling diamonds dancing through the night
There i lay on fine grain crystals,in my own solitude
finding peace with myself,watching the spectacular view
of a shooting star in temporarily brilliance,crossing over,
acting like a little child,making a wish upon a star
just one wish,as i watched Ugin approaching me
sommersaulting on white puffed pillowed clouds
He had a globe in his hand,a globe where i could see my future
a globe in where my one only wish came through.
On that night i lay down on golden sands
a palm tree the only companion,supporting my back
caressing me with passion, embracing me to safety
All alone I was ,alone and free,in my long white cashmere dress
feeling the breezin of the wind waftin gently through my long brown hair,
breathin on my neck,kissing my left cheek,passing to my right
flowing under my dress, brushing my pink lips,swifting,in circular movements.
That was the night my fingertips found music once again,
on silver strings of a spanish guitar,as my bare feet played with coloured corals
There i was in my own stolen moments,the universe smiling at me,
the angels in radiant chariots flying over,as faries birthed life
and performed an orchestra of magical moments.
There I was gazing at the mediterranean waves in inward movements,
as sailing boats left the shore,reaching far away lands,finding new horizons.
There i remained,my thoughts not anchored anymore,rowing to the ends of the sea
living in waking dreams,smelling flowers in never ending gardens.
There I was,my journey accomplished ,singing the sweetest song of love.
There i lay between verses of awake and asleep,hearing birds tweeterin in trees
as I watched dawn cover dusk and it was sunrise.
Painted like a flower
Breasts exposed for a stare
She waits
For someone
To buy her a drink
In her day
She liked them tough
Tattoos were exciting
Fast cars a joy
Now she prefers
Thick wallets
10’s and 20’s
Men short or tall
Doesn’t matter at all
Be discreet she implies
Don’t flash 50’s
‘Cause no one likes
Them here.
Holding a corner booth
As a place of honor
She holds court
Smiling
At every joke
Reciting lines
From forgotten plays
Playing her part
In a bar
Notorious
For artists and
Working class types
Most of whom
Hate their jobs
Or haven’t sold a piece in years.
No action here
Another dead night
She goes home
Opens the bedroom window
Sending a signal
To a cat
Who jumps the ledge
Walks in
For the night
A stray vagabond
Who
Knows every open fence
And quiet place
To nip a meal.
In the morning she
Opens the window
Stroking his back
Whispering to him
Feeling his strength
Until he purrs
Satisfaction
And jumps
To another day.
She watches him
Take a few tentative steps
Weaving and dodging
Between
This and that
Before vanishing
In broad daylight
He may return that night
Or be gone for days
Nothing binds him
Except an open window
And some food
Offered by a woman
Who understands his journey.
BANG
BANG
BANG
A repeated rapping on my door..
Weary eyed and drowsy,
I lost my balance and met the floor.
BOOM
BOOM
BOOM
"Open up you lazy bum, open your door!!"
I gather myself after the fall,
stumbling into the wall.
It took me a while, but I reached my goal.
"About time"
my friend said ..
He wanted to hit the strip club.
Depressed from lost love.
Hungry,
with the sex munchies,
reluctantly,
I gave in.
I get dressed like a female
so it took some time.
I had to grease my braids,
cover with a plastic cap,
to shower..
Shave my face...
What to wear?
as I stand naked and stare.
I chose a white long sleeved under shirt
Ralph Lauren jeans.
A red pullover vest,
strapped silver around my neck,
With high top Jordan's on my feet.
Red,
To match my attire.
Tie my Durag tight,
white,
covered by my NY cap,
red.
which I had bought the day before.
I am big on my appearance.
We started the night of right,
put something funky in air.
Alcoholic mixed drinks,
This is how we prepare.
Glossy eyed and tipsy,
pear shaped booties everywhere.
Short mini skirts,
spaghetti straps,
and stiletto's.
Chances to flirt,
inspired and relaxed,
my confidence grows!!
another one night stand,
perhaps....
I dance!!!!
Jared Pickett
1/23/2010
Asavvy1
In my dreams
I walk along the shores
The Sea is calm
The night is still
Under my feet the sand is soft
The wind blows vigorously
In my direction
I hear whispers
Voices calling from a distance
I stop, look and listen
Can't you hear them
My sight taken from me
The dark night fog has blinded me
Lost in my sins
Consume by greed
Broken by addiction
Confused by madness
Where am I buried in a world
Caught in its own destruction
Faith has lost his gloss
Mankind has no mercy
Unity and Humanity entrapped
Children have no imagination
Fantasy has no place
Mother nor Father has authority
Sister and Brother know no boundaries
Man and Woman caught in battle
As death stands patiently at the door
Child born to rare his own
Souls crying from afar
Bodies falling by thee hour
Both Mother and Father
At the burial ground
Covered in tears of blood
As the gate keeper of hell laughs aloud
Hope steps in and plunges me from sleep
Awaken to be carried by an angel
I noticed two footprints in the sand
My god has not forsaken me.
We had a good time
Guys from Woodside, Sunnyside
Greenpoint and Astoria
Leaning on each other
Weaving through the crowds
Towards the exits
Leaving the club
Squeaking out just before closing time
Headed towards the corner joint
Open all night.
Waiting on line
Shuffling
Gotta go
So bad
But first
Stomach bursting for
Cheap burgers
Greasy and salty
Buy ‘em by the bag
Eat them on the way home.
Dark night of New York
All around us
Rich’s man town
Separated from
Working class
By rivers
Zip codes
And generations of mistakes
Nobody talks about it
Nothing to discuss
Just a fact of life
Work with your hands
That’s how things are
If you complain
Nobody listens.
The place is crowded
It’s a late night circus
Counter people rush
Orders fly
From a hundred directions
A razzle dazzle of
Loud voices
Earsplitting laughter
A fight starts
In a rear booth
Irish and Italian guys square off
Just like generations ago
A common refrain ushering
Saturday night to Sunday morning
With a little night music.
Remember that night in two thousand two,
it was me and you,
on the prowl,
in downtown
Salt Lake City.
The Olympics,
it was me and you..
That was the crew, best friends almost family.
We have been through so much,
It sucks,
that we've lost touch,
it is rough without you but I manage..
I think about you often,
In my dreams I see you,
wishing I was the one with you.
2002 was a year to remember in the cold winter months of downtown Salt Lake City... The
Olympics were in town and boy did Consuelo and I make the most of our experience.. To
start my night of right I mixed my Cognac with my ice tea, and put something in the air.
Life was great...
Downtown was incredible, everything was brighter and there were so many tourists..
It was awesome...
To be continued......
Jared Pickett
12/8/09
Asavvy1