you move
though him like liquid
long cold drink
on a bastard
day,
honesty baiting
becoming
the nobility
your face.
rising above
onion fumes,
chopped liver,
the sandwiches
you create,
there is something
innocent and clean
about your attraction
2.
being unaware of how
others’ see you
is like not knowing
why the bullets are shot
at your movement
art,
know the motivation
of haters
lack of logic
in their brains
“someone is always
looking at you,” Aunt Mary
told me,
with arrows in their eyes,
blunt their arrows
with steely imagination
do not let
path full of weeds
3.
touch your primroses,
change cascading
images of the dream
they are a waving gallery
of hatred with
spotty handkerchiefs
in the air.
Author Bio:
Dennis Reed is a native New Yorker and former member of the infamous poetry group, Bud Jones. His work has appeared in STYLE, CLA, BLACK CREATION, DISCORD, the LINDEN AVENUE LITERARY MAGAZINE and many other journals. His book of poetry, DEFINITIONS is available through OPUS PRESS and his memoir, a semi-finalist in the NCTE/NORMAN MAILER High School Teachers' writers of non-fiction award (2014). His screenplay, LOVE ON THE CORNER, was a fourth place winner in the Scriptapalooza screenwriter contest. His memoir, MIGRATION MEMORIES is available at Amazon.com.