Shane Markie

Shane Markie Poems

It was the twelfth of June
another hot and humid Florida night.

In Orlando young people gathered at the
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I'm walkin' in the rain
(Walkin' in the rain)

Just walkin' in the rain'
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The world spirals downward in the confines of a nautilus shell,

Its chambered abode antiquated antedilluvian hell.
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Is it easiest to scribble your life away
Or sleep it all away with booze and broads instead?
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Out of clay or living rock
I will make my brick or stone:
At the door of God I knock,
Builder whose command I own,
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Something strange happened yesterday.
The sky swallowed the stars and everyone laughed until their faces hurt. Then death swept the earth, and there was total darkness, and everyone was sane, except for the spotted creatures who fled to the hills before the war.
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' How do you make a black man red? You bleed him! '
'How do you make a red man black? You burn him! '

~MICHELLE T. CLINTON~
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Come! Ivory spirits, from withering glades
Lotus transformation, as you fell from heavenly shades.
Rise! As nocturnal children, upon sacred mound,
Chosen vessels of prophecy; a gift in tongues with words profound.
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Growing up,
all the kids
in the neighborhood thought
Karen's kitty was the best
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wicked girl
has a chip

on her shoulder, but
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Today,
I saw
That Shane was
Eating a 'torta.' It
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In Syracuse, New York,
a light mist hovers
at 5: 15 a.m. I
like it here. Nice
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13.

Sunlight from the sky's own heart,
Flax unfolded to receive:
Out of sky and flax and art,
Lovely raiment I achieve
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We're signing up for heartbreak,
We know one day we'll rue it.
But oh, the way our life lights up
The years a dog runs through it.
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here come
the fireflies
with their
stacatto lights
...

my old attitude
needs a fresh
coat of paint
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'Thoughts of death
Crowd over my happiness
Like dark clouds
Over the silver sickle of the moon.'
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We looked in the fridge only to see
moldy Kraft singles and some eye cream. That
eye creme was our pride and joy, so
extravagant and luxurious; it made us feel rich.
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A gay man is sitting in
a hotel lobby smoking a cigarette;
he stomachs my breasts dutifully like
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Vincent said she
was like scewing
a corpse, but
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It was the twelfth of June
another hot and humid Florida night.

In Orlando young people gathered at the
Pulse Club, enjoying camaraderie, the
dance floor pulsating with life,
dancers moving to syncopated music,
Latin rhythms, good will embraces,
laughter, friendships, plans for
tomorrow, flashing smiles releasing
stress in silent motions.

Then the pulse of life ended.
A man on fire came from a dark,
twisted place, methodically spraying
death, massacring our LGBT
dancers who fell like cut flowers.
Pulses died in 49 bloodied wrists,
blood pressures plunged to zero,
juices of life that would never
flow into the future stained
the sad dance floor.

Shock spread across the country,
across the world, enough grief
to last many lifetimes. Lost lives
cannot be replaced.

Orlando pulled together, offering
condolences and help. From here
we sent flor y canto, oraciones,
flowers and poems, prayers.
Left bereaved on this senseless
plain, we wondered who killed the
Golden Rule, Love Your Neighbor.

We mourn our fallen comrades, our
gay sisters and brothers, and after
grieving we march to tear down the
barricades of hate, bigotry,
prejudices. We march to tear down
walls that separate.

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