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Higgins was the worst Math teacher,
and that year I was his worse student.
Higgins had loose blubbery lips.
When he taught long division or algebra
his words were full of spit
and phlegm.
Higgins had big feet and he carried a large
thick-soled sneaker
which he threw at slow thinkers
It hurt
especially if hit by it 3 times in one lesson,
especially since we had to pick the damn thing up
and hand it back to him
especially when he loomed over you glaring,
daring you to be a wiseass.
Higgins was really very big
his massive form always intimating
to young minds.
Mostly I just doodled his form
on my school math book.
Happy to flunk any test of his.
Once I drew him naked,
his fat backside bouncing on the back
of a spavined mule.
Underneath this masterpiece I wrote
'It hurts don't it?'
Sadly he had snuck up behind me
too late
I felt his hot breath
drooling down the back of my neck.
Higgins was hit by a bus,
but that was years later.
When I heard
I felt sorry for the bus.
Favorite pizza place
Pizza,
vegetable,
delicious,
fresh,
large size
soul-fattening
Pizza store,
go in with lunch hunger
and order the same
and come out with it
I ate in the car
I looked around and felt so good
and examine my heart
I ate slowly
eating
A small slice of pizza
fell on the tip of my sneaker
I picked it up
a thought occurred to me
.......
I hurried out the door of the store to
went back, opened and went in
Just like when I came in
Unchanging smiles
the same greetings as years ago
and
eyes waiting for my words,
"I didn't pay for the pizza?"
Carlo nodded,
I paid for Bruno's
and walked toward my pleasure.
When growing up, I had a dog
And when he had to go,
He did his business in the street;
A leash tug let him know.
We didn’t have a pooper-scoop,
But we’d prevent a squat
On sidewalks where pedestrians
Might cross that very spot.
Yet nowadays, the owners let
Their dogs go where they please
And even if they clean it up,
It doesn’t quite appease.
Just yesterday, I took a step
And - take a random guess -
My sneaker sole with lots of tread
Became a stinking mess.
It took a while to get it clean
And here I will admit
That, in my mind, that owner is
A selfish piece of ……spit!
`
I collected the kinetic swirls
of differing shades
in the dizzying reflections
of how you made me feel
Whirling affects
blurred in calliope sonnets
and brass ring reachings
while riding a paisley tiger
My pockets filled
with these mesmerizing emotions
sculpted of Ferris Wheel desires
and carousel dreams of you
Until suddenly colored lights flickered,
the music slipped a gear
and the ride came to a screeching halt,
with me holding on for dear life
Flung to the floor between sneaker prints
and paper cotton candy tubes
I watched you walk away with the stuffed
giraffe in your arms, it waved goodbye
While a checkerboard monkey giggled
as he emptied my pockets
leaving me with nothing
but a broken heart and a long walk home
The flag that Betsy Ross did sew
So very many years ago
Had 13 stars for 13 states,
A flag that someone famous hates.
It represents a time, he said,
When hatred reared its ugly head,
For slavery was underway
Within the nascent U.S.A.
When Nike put it on a shoe,
Believing that was cool to do,
Objections stopped them in their tracks
And they caved in to tweet attacks.
The sneaker won't be up for sale
For Nike thought it wise to bail
As history keeps marching toward
A place where truth can be ignored.
The irony of Nike's loss
Of course resides with Betsy Ross
For no one's proven for a fact
That Betsy sewed the flag they sacked.
"Blue Movie"
Electroflushed
True Blue
shines neon
his gospel brow
indigo guilt crushed
into the perilous
fathoms of her
deep Ocean
The Challenger Deep
depth charged
exploring
the beauty of
her black habit
plunging forbidden
lace marks
a penance veil
kissed hard,
unrepentant
rippling ponds are
mirrors open
through soft masks
defiant hidden graces
rope strung
heaven bound
deep in the dial up
velvet gloved fingers
trace the boundaries
of lips plush pink
sweet opalescent
silky smooth and
milky inside a
conch shell
and violet rhythm
ripples across the
satin shadows
whispered across skin
where the burn melts ice
snapshot sighs smile
and go to lost territories
lips ripe and salty wet
persimmon pursed
tipping pearls
in the shiny pink velvet
knees grazed
in the genuflect
fevers contagious
exploring her book
kept shelved and
shut tight
treasures to be found
Mariana
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"Grazes' / Sneaker Pimps, Bloodsport
https://youtu.be/SO_PYTFgHIg
....hmm, I guess I'm Hellbound.
1. Challenger Deep
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Challenger_Deep
2. Mariana Trench
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mariana_Trench
LYRICS/ "Grazes", Sneaker Pimps
https://genius.com/Sneaker-pimps-grazes-lyrics
I stepped into a hole
into the deepening darkness, I did go
at first, a foot drowned in the water puddled
then the calf and knee were scuttled,
then deeper yet, the leg was stuck
pulled further in the blackened muck
I pulled, I tugged as it dislodged my sneaker and my sock
as my leg and foot released, now naked along the icy rocks.
Looking back as I walked away
my dog dug down in the puddled quay
pulling up the sock for display
shaking wildly as if it were prey.
The hole grew deeper, darker in the wind
and the puddled water was set to spin
in a whirlpool twirling out and in
and stepping back with bark and vocalized chagrin
my dog and I slipped safely to the house within.
Just a silly expulsion
tale of my foot's locomotion
and the sneaker is lost
the other to be tossed.
Independence Day is over
A sweltering night has been gathered up and trucked away
The faint fragrance of burnt offering still hangs low
....like sweat, of a long, grey cloak.
The park still echos with faint "ooooh's" and "ahhhs"...
lingering in the sultry air,
and bouncing off the silent bandstand
If you try, you can almost hear the High School band,
playing tributes to Souza and the homeland flag
Where eyes glistened and reflected a night sky alive with fire
now, the only sounds are chattering squirrels,
as they scurry and nibble on remants of a celebratory feast,
hiding in the dewy grass
The morning air is cool and the ground is damp
Park benches, the bandstand, hilly mounds of grass and playgrounds
abandoned, save of their mourning clothes
Of candy wrappers, watermelon rinds, mustard coated paper plates
Spent sparklers, fire crackers, a lone sneaker...
Where just hours ago..music from radios, laughter, cheering, hooting, jeering
Deafening man-made thunder made babies cry
dogs tremble, children clap their hands over ears
Now so silent in this early somber morn
The only sound this morning
comes from a slight breeze that stirs....
a tossed Pepsi paper cup....
as it clatters a pop, pop, popping tune...as it hops
among the dried, brown leaves down a hot, empty sidewalk...
Typical short gray curly hair
Smile
She looked away from me as I entered
I would have said hello
She grasped her cane as she sat
Starring into the distance
Her shoes look comfortable
like a nurse's sneaker
She wore jeans and a sweatshirt
I was on my phone
browsing nothing
She thought about me
and I thought about her
Yet we didn't speak to each other
Did her husband pass
Did she have children
I could've initiated a conversation
We were alone in a room
with no music or tv's
When her name was called
"Janice"
She rose from her seat with ease
and seemed not to need a cane
Maybe that cane was for comfort
I'll never know because I lost a chance
to communicate with another human being
Darkness of night smiles, not fully understanding scenario
However, noting that it is instrumental that she keeps things hidden.
Reflecting neon meterorite glows, outshining a moon who is edging away.
Stars are in hiding, not showing themselves at all on this ominous evening.
Pink neon sneaker lies on her side, covering up crime in gully.
Her crisp whiteness would be easily found if detectives knew where to look.
They would find the body attached to her, too.
The body that is no longer uneasy about her final resting place.
Copper cliff edged in neon pink understands that something vile has happened.
Unsure what exactly, but sends a neon pink ribbon of curiosity to take a peek.
They glow brightly, illuminating the spot, however, disappear by morning.
When the sun comes out, and rescuers begin looking in other places.