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UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY
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R.C. EDRINGTON
43 Marie tattoos blurred like rubber stamps on her scarred pock marked arms marie pushes a speed-ball thru an abcessed neck vein to wash a 3 day heroin coma from her bruised bloodshot eyes eyes that blink gray to aquamarine to yellow like the vague memory of yesterday & her voice soft like a secret whispered into a dead lovers ear begins to mumble a story written with razorblades on a teenage wrist & Marie at 43 becomes simply Marie at 13 while the ghosts of drunken fathers scatter like roaches beneath the door of her candlelit hotel room as a tear falls towards the cigarette burnt carpet onto a faded black & white photograph torn from a high school yearbook Calichi summer '83 Tucson days smelted away beneath a copper sun pick ax & shovels cracked & broke against cement dirt illegal or legal brown or white back then we were all nothing but wetbacks drowning in our own stale beer sweat & vomit to birth plush green mid-western golf lawns on our native desert for those freshly arrived doctors & shrinks of the Catalina foothills whose kids by night sold us pharmaceutical grade cocaine & cheap Mexican tar so the pain of our dreams dead like tumbleweeds that blew across the cracked tarmac of a nightclub parking lot dulled itself to sleep like a song once sang to a lover lost South Tucson, AZ blood of junkies bloom into shared syringes like the sweet, dewy fruit blossom on a worn barrel cactus buried amidst broken Corona bottles & stale corn husk tamale wrappers that line the pus filled vein of cracked asphalt that seeps its way up South 6th Avenue into the cracked presidio adobe houses where Mexican grandma's roll tortillas between arthritic fingers & random gunshots RC Edrington's poetry can be found at http://www.spentmeat.com/edrington.html His poetry site is at: http://spentmeat.com |
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