Friday, September 11, 2020

A GENTLE SLIDE INTO A CONCRETE MIXER

For Jack M.

Scuffeed-up
with the blood
of the ones
who slid before us,
we bled into the eighth grade
on those endless summer days
of Brooklyn's Coney Island
playing punch ball
with those pink Spaldings
tight & hard
while wads of Bazooka Joe
splashed over our lips.
Our knees & shins bloodied
from pebbles embedded from a slide into second base--
an imaginary basepath
--in a gutter from Mermaid to Neptune
while The Drifters drifted
and those marvelous girls
with Cadillac bumber tits
& teased hair so high
you could see through it
waited for their man
to get his ass off second base
& home.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2020

No comments:

Post a Comment