I wasn't the only one afraid of Anthony G.
I've comforted myself over time
that at least he was older and bigger than me.
For even boys his senior in the blacktop playground
showed respect if not fear for this bully.
Anthony was fast on his feet and nimble at sports
but he wasn't a regular at games.
He had a coterie of boys who followed him—
all Italian as was his mom
in black leather jackets and Italian knits.
They were smokers—Anthony with his Chesterfields—
with a milder interest in muscle cars
and interests in rumbles and guns and switch blades
and Penthouse magazines and whores—
toughs who mainly kept company with themselves.
With them at his side there was no fighting "fair"
but no one tried in the years I knew him.
With Hispanic last name and pecan skin
his attraction to these boys remains a puzzle—
for these were things they normally hated.
It was a trial when he'd want to hang with us—
all younger and more innocent.
With barking laugh and lots of arms and hands
he'd spin out tales—himself the hero—
that no one dared to doubt aloud.
He was one that I and many avoided.
Then were years I hardly saw nor heard of him
till the day I met him on the subway train.
Anthony had mellowed and eager to share
told me of his love, a cousin to a girl I'd dated.
Did I send this yet? : I'd use 'switchblade', and I'd enclose ' eager to share' with commas. 5 ***** I'll look at Miles, ....or should it be Myles? bri ;)
Hey, Bri. As you see, I'm just getting around to responding. Good catch on switchblade. It didn't occur to me that it might be one word. On stanzas two and four, my purpose, as in the whole, is to briefly sketch the person of Anthony. I appreciate your close reading and comments. Thanks! -Glen
I don't follow the integration of stanza 2 & stanza 4. Maybe my brain is DEFECTIVE, as my (4th) wife seems to think? ?
Sorry, there is no scope for editing in a comment here.Please read the word 'rouged' as' rogue' in my comment.
Hey, Bharati! As always, thank you for reading and commenting. I see it's been nearly two months since you did so on this poem. I'm trying to get caught up. Hoping you're well, Glen
A beautiful poem that portrays the character of a bully the poet knew in his school days and avoided his companionship.The last line tells how inside a rouged character, a soft feeling was kindling and no one knew about it.
It is heartening to hear a story of someone whose character mellowed out and becomes well-rounded. Time is not just a destroyer; it also brings transformative magic.
Dennis, I really like your comment—thank you. Sorry it's taken nearly two months to respond. Blessing surround you. -Glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting, liked the way you put it in poetic form.5***
Hi, Asim! Sorry I've been slow to respond. Thank your for comment and for being specific about what you like. -Glen