UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY
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







2007 Underground Voices