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Fight Song (After Mingus)
how the strumming got them
thin-plucked obscenities
rode up legs
like watery hands
it was Sunday morning
women don't want to think of shadows
inside the house a record played
it's heart pulsing
fat-backed with heat
behind the house
children jump belly first
sweet green water
flat as a backhand
still
whiskey smoke of summer
she smacks her teasing lover
feels her hand soft
against the bones of a man’s face
smell the river
fruit rotting in corners
thick trumpets of jazz
cling wetly
whiskers of swamp
after children leap they look
watch dust settle
freckles
on a dead man’s bleached cheeks
thin-plucked obscenities
rode up legs
like watery hands
it was Sunday morning
women don't want to think of shadows
inside the house a record played
it's heart pulsing
fat-backed with heat
behind the house
children jump belly first
sweet green water
flat as a backhand
still
whiskey smoke of summer
she smacks her teasing lover
feels her hand soft
against the bones of a man’s face
smell the river
fruit rotting in corners
thick trumpets of jazz
cling wetly
whiskers of swamp
after children leap they look
watch dust settle
freckles
on a dead man’s bleached cheeks
Posted 05/04/12
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