Jun 2022
LOVE AND LOVERS
by
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
Chapter 15
Please read to me again A CITIZEN OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, one of my most favorite poems you have shared with me, Jon,” asked Bian.
“Sure,” said Jon. He reached again into his satchel and pulled out the poem.
A CITIZEN OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
I makes $7.50 an hour. I sweep up behind others.
I's gittn to be an ol man. My two uncles got lynched outside Greenville.
I quit school when I were 13, but I served my country in Vietnam
to **** our enemies. Lost most of my left arm. Makes it harder
to push a broom. I takes the bus to home and work.
Thanks to Mrs. Parks I don't have to sit in the back no more.
I go fishin to get away from it all.
Catfish--that's what I like to catch.
Fry 'em up real good.
When I was a kid, had to get off the sidewalk
to let them white ladies go bye.
To be honest, things hasnt changed much in Mississippi.
Don't go out in the night--you might get shot for no good reason.
I's stills remember the KKK in them white robes.
All them burning crosses.
Now them folks where coats and ties.
Well, I gots to *** back to work or theyll kick me out.
You have a good night, ya hear.
Thanks for bein so nice to me.
“Thank you, Jon,” said Bian. “That’s one of my most favorite poems you have shared with me so far.”
“You’re more than welcome, my dear,” replied Jon.
“Here’s another one I wrote especially for you,” said Jon.
CHIAROSCURO LOVE
Chiaroscuro love, embrace
me with your body sensuous,
kiss me with your eyes chocolate,
hold me with your being candescent,
undress me while we're dancing in
the night chiaroscuro. Light and shadow
illuminate our love upon more love.
“Oh Jon, how do you do this?” asked Bian.
“I do it because I love you,” said Jon.
by
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
Chapter 15
Please read to me again A CITIZEN OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, one of my most favorite poems you have shared with me, Jon,” asked Bian.
“Sure,” said Jon. He reached again into his satchel and pulled out the poem.
A CITIZEN OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
I makes $7.50 an hour. I sweep up behind others.
I's gittn to be an ol man. My two uncles got lynched outside Greenville.
I quit school when I were 13, but I served my country in Vietnam
to **** our enemies. Lost most of my left arm. Makes it harder
to push a broom. I takes the bus to home and work.
Thanks to Mrs. Parks I don't have to sit in the back no more.
I go fishin to get away from it all.
Catfish--that's what I like to catch.
Fry 'em up real good.
When I was a kid, had to get off the sidewalk
to let them white ladies go bye.
To be honest, things hasnt changed much in Mississippi.
Don't go out in the night--you might get shot for no good reason.
I's stills remember the KKK in them white robes.
All them burning crosses.
Now them folks where coats and ties.
Well, I gots to *** back to work or theyll kick me out.
You have a good night, ya hear.
Thanks for bein so nice to me.
“Thank you, Jon,” said Bian. “That’s one of my most favorite poems you have shared with me so far.”
“You’re more than welcome, my dear,” replied Jon.
“Here’s another one I wrote especially for you,” said Jon.
CHIAROSCURO LOVE
Chiaroscuro love, embrace
me with your body sensuous,
kiss me with your eyes chocolate,
hold me with your being candescent,
undress me while we're dancing in
the night chiaroscuro. Light and shadow
illuminate our love upon more love.
“Oh Jon, how do you do this?” asked Bian.
“I do it because I love you,” said Jon.
