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Matthew 26:75

by Jon-Jacob F Deal

Our minds lay in bed together
She shows me the power of her sex and
The pink intricacies of her secret parts
We came together
And
Came together
And
My sweat dripped into her navel
But
If I passed her on the street
We'd brush kiss-off shoulders with the whisper of fabric on fabric
(So much like the rasp of skin on skin)
And say, I know you not.
Then Peter remembered what Jesus had said:

I stand before the counter scarecrow
He brushes a stray straw of bleach-blonde
Skin splotches like chromatophores broadcast
Inner turmoil to the outside world
(Like his verse did yesterday)
But today it's just
Bony
Wrists
Greasy
Money
Tired
Eyes
And he doesn't even ask me if I want fries with that
Serving of his soul
Just says, I know you not.
"Before the rooster crows,"

So here we all are
A thousand some-odd Peter/Jesuses
Going on to play the world-game
When
Just the other night
I held the belt while you shot up smack
Or
Felt the warm rivulet when you cut your arm
Or
Tasted it and cigarettes when some stupid teenage man-boy
Made you bite your pretty tongue (again)
"you will deny me three times."

And if you passed my flag-draped casket
You'd run your nails like keratin skates
Over the dark frozen puddle of the varnished surface
Wipe absently at one
(Obligatory)
Patriotic tear
Shed for another star-spangled robot
With an unsightly exit wound
And say, How sad
But I knew him not.
And he went outside and wept bitterly.

02/22/2004

Author's Note: This poem is for everyone here at Pathetic. The highest ramparts are the ones we build ourselves.

Posted on 02/21/2004
Copyright © 2024 Jon-Jacob F Deal

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Frankie Sanchez on 06/26/09 at 05:27 AM

nice! i love everything about this, the format, the language, the idea, everything.

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