Black Mary by Timothy Somers
Black shiny whores of Ethiopia,
stars in their dust night,
bring down their moist heat
against my parched and swollen,
long and foreign
feigned delight at comfort paid,
well bargained for.
Smoke and opium.
sticky beer-stained floors
ingrained with lust enough
to mud up all the windows
from the night.
Bring down your bandana Mary,
bring down all your sisters' clothes,
bring down your bandana Mary,
where I can watch your Hollywood,
where I can touch your tattooed soul,
the Shaman's curse intact behind your back.
Bring me daisy flowers, Mary.
bring me jars of rum.
bring me daily flowers, Mary,
assure that I will come with trinket
sounds that rattle in my ears.
Flashing laughing lust,
borne on waves of dust.
swaying grass and castanets
centered clapping in my ears,
splashing dancing barefoot dance
across the darkened floor.
Prancing laughing Mary-Mary
black Madonna whore.
05/26/2006 Posted on 05/27/2006 Copyright © 2025 Timothy Somers
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