MAUREEN KINGSTON – Three Poems

Posted: June 27, 2013 in Fiction, Poetry
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Noir Dame

 

He tells me

I’m dangerous

 

a gasoline can

with matchstick legs

 

my red-tipped heels

ready to strike

 

ready to ignite

his dry friction strip.

 

 

 

Noir Dude

 

Only truly alive

in black & white

 

a shadow

of the white knight

 

the white-hatted

cowboy’s city twin

 

rustler-cum-hustler

missing all his cues

 

the only black ball

in the poolroom rack

 

 

 

The Bantam’s Confessional Shtick

 

A cock crows.  The velvet curtains part

&we see our wattled Don Juan waiting

 

on his side of the black box stage.  A buttery

car beam spotlights a campesino priest

 

in flagrante delicto, his tongue in progress,

in congress, stabbing the rooster’s conscience

 

casing, licking raw its cankered stob. The rooster

kneels in agony, admits to his life of sin.

 

A puff of ancho ash & the rooster stands,

raises a chastened bumblefoot to God, vows

 

to abstain from all hen scratching henceforth.

No more solving for x in the jumbled puzzle-

 

hours of la madrugada; no more unscrambling

(s)wordplay, separating EXitS from exist.

 

 

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