15 October 2020

The Effects Of him.

 1962.

him; 

 don't forget the bottles of muscatel

 clanking empty

 in yards of broken champagne flute glasses 

 and lost memories of celebratory toasts;

empty.

 slobbering stammering and stuttering a language

the C' word.

in a pitch low enough

 that only other alcoholics can interpret. 

in a pitch high enough

 that only other dogs can hear. 


brought into this world in handcuffs,

still I stutter;

a life in restraints. 

shy by history.


(begins with a C')

him;

This giant of a man.

 At five feet seven. 

Back in the 50's (he,

 who has been found drunk,in ditches in Memphis)

1969

Don't bother mom; 

She's busy doing twice what you're too drunk to do once.

 work. 

love.

And he may hurt me even more when she ain't around.

I'm no fool.

I'll be quiet

(no, not me. Him. Begins with a C')

You see, there is history in these handcuffs.

There is pain.

the truth. 

there is blood, 

but there are no screams-that's for sissies.


let's not forget the small green bottles hidden in pockets of suits and winter coats at Deliverence Evangelical Church, New York, New York

:

the back turned slightly.

 the contents quickly swallowed while mom obliviously praises God.

but I'm praising God too, 

with one eye 

and I see everything he did.

 But God is omnipotent. 

Praise Him!

the clapping which was not for support.

( God,please get me out of the audience )

The "C word.

We laugh 

We cry

We're in the audience 


But sis has a different interpretation of what we're both observing

                         / I must have done something wrong.

                           apparently I must have asked to be born 

                           to whom I was born/

before I was born 

(God, remove my restraints)

Now,

Learning everything 

by Listening to big bunches of nothing 

From enemies who are close friends of each other 

In time of need going their separate ways after bartime,

But sister, playing with dolls in the living room says to me 

 'leave my daddy alone.' 

while the back of my neck is pressed down to keep my back bent over the ironing board 

as the other hand holds a thick black leather belt to slam against my naked ass while the supremes song, 'where did our love go?' is playing on the radio,

 the beat-down is only interrupted by the announcement that Martin Luther King Jr was just shot..

The effects of him. of him and those damn bottles...

&

if he stood still for a minute and listened 

& watched 

&cared,

he could have heard the slow seeping out of what ever volume of love my little heart contained.

I petitioned.

I begged for compassion. 

In between slaps and scalding hot baths.

In between humiliation,

 emasculation 

and degradation.


Cirrhosis; 

that's it.

The effects of him. 

slap 1 across the face back hand 

slap 2 across the face

slap 3 a bath in scalding water. Steam rising off the ankles. 

slep 4 

slap 5 you damn sissy

slap 6 damn mama's boy

slap 7 

slap 8 Shut up! Don't be a sissy!

Slap 9 back hand slap

Be a man!


10 years old.... 

Applause.

And.

Curtains.

End scene...


I was brought into this world in handcuffs 1962 1972 1982 1992 1996 may he rest in peace 2000 2001 2002 2003 handcuffs still on 

(where's the key?) 

2004 


handcuffs off

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