She
was from the black water
Wrong
side of the tracks
South
side of a nowhere town
Why
is the bad side always the south side?
She
wore pants, tough pants, Dickies
Pounded
new territory in old army brogans
Only
one piercing, but shit, it counted
Why
is more than one piercing so tough?
She
struck fear into the hearts of skinny bitches
Never
even had to open her two toned lipstick mouth
Making
gelatinous pools of average house wives and prom queens
Why
can't they stay out of the black water?
She
met me in a coffee shop in North Beach
I
picked up the lighter she dropped
We
sat and had diet lattes'
Why
me? she could have snapped me like a twig
We
went swimming in the black water, perfectly matched
©
2010 Crowley
So exploratory this is...love seeing the contrasts all lined up tidily...so funny what people consider tough and that under it all when stripped down immersed in the same water how much we're all the same. Or at least that's my projection. ;) I enjoyed this Corey!!
ReplyDeleteA fascinating encounter. Thanks for linking this poem.
ReplyDeleteVery vividly portrayed. I could picture the scene well.
ReplyDeleteIs there, anywhere an upscale "south side"? Sometimes we are far more alike on the "hidden" inside than we think. Intriguing, Corey, once again. Gritty with a flavor of sugar sprinkling. :)
ReplyDeletestay outta that pool!
ReplyDeleteI like the characterization and that last stanza is ominous of darkness and intrigue ~
ReplyDeleteGreat writing Corey ~ Have a good week ~
Whoaa! I got a li'l scared myself reading this! Why is the bad side always the south side?
ReplyDeleteYes, gritty and real. I love her army brogans! You painted this scene so clearly.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this walk to the 'south side' This was very descriptive and I just loved the end! Well done, storyteller poet.!
ReplyDeleteNice story. I think it could be made into a song somehow. We can all connect on some level to black water. Well done.
ReplyDeleteYour poems always paint a vivid story. thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteTaking your narrator into the blackwater to be amazed or to be trapped? The poem implies to me that a barrer to seeing others as humans was crossed. But does he ever return?
ReplyDeleteYes, I too wonder if the narrator was amazed they had so much in common or she was mired in blackwater and couldn't get out.
ReplyDeleteWow... vivid and sharp!
ReplyDeleteThere is something intriguing about a poem or story which leaves the reader with more questions than answers. Your characterization here is excellent and the inclusion of the speaker at the end is a little coup de grace.
ReplyDeleteI love the contrast and the thoughts...
ReplyDeleteYou always leave me wanting more :D
I spent my early years in a Boston housing project and I know this chick. I wanted to be her. I remember in 5th grade seeing the neighborhood bully and thinking 'that's who they're afraid of? I could take him easily.' And I did. Only fight I ever had to have. Man, this brought it all back in a flash. Great write.
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