robert dickerson Poems

Elder

Child, put down that stick-
leave that pinata alone
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A strange and mystical communion commences.
No, I am not paranoid.
No, it is just my imagination.
My cheeks flush with shame, my chest
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Afterwards he drives me uptown
over my protests. Even so late
the traffic on Madison jogs thickly on-
the president is in town. He
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My magic coach was broken-
stilled and steeped in mud
wheel on axle lounged;
Crazily the car leaned
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'On beyond view and poplar-lined
I want my life's path to gently wind
it's ending distant still;
the table is spread, the candles lit,
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Extremely unpleasant bus
awful bus, lurchy, late
crowded, unsettled, stop
and go, no
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In my mind I'm torn
between extremes:
cruel love and comely modesty,
Shall I not have what I crave
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Father said 'No'.
'No, no, no, no, no'!
And gave his fiery head a shake.
But the boy, who was coming of age,
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Today is St Patrick's Day-but here in the Barrio
there's little green to see
Green is the color of money
there's precious little of that here,
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