wanting water

I too, after reading

"Huck Finn" wanted

to spend my remaining days

getting "sivilized"

while the " House of Death"

floats by. I settled for

Leadbelly as my gazania.

For blues I whittled away

at stone chimneys; as for the MILF

that Emmitt Till spoke to in the

candy store. "Hey baby"

I muttered, trying to flesh out

the offense. I recognize

water

when I see it. It's plain in it's con-

formity. Always producing observable

consequences. Later

under a moon so large and white;

meretriciousness stresses falsity

and may describe a tawdry god.

The president said of rotting migrants

wanting water that only he combs

the sweat strewn child's black hair back. 

Thirst is never a kicked over container

I mused. Darkness never oars itself

into light.

Reviews

[kentuck14]

Hey,
Lots of mystery in this poem (at least for me), yet I see certain ideas and events poke out from behind the curtain! The MILF? A white woman perhaps!? recognize Till's name. I see some philosophical thoughts in this (?) Really like that closing line . . . reality is just the opposite. Enjoyed this.
Tom

[h d e rushin]

thank you my love....dana

[Beccy]

The evil that men do is both incomprehensible, but entirely predictable. We are a self serving species, paying only lip service to the grand idea of harmony and peaceful co-existence. That aberrant gene programmed in from day one, has much to bow its head in shame for.

No-one, especially a child, should be without 'water.'

Beccy.

[h d e rushin]

so true Beccy. no one should ever have to live on this earth of great bounty without sustenance. Water, food, love. encouragement. Thanks for your wonderful words my friend....dana

[redzone]

damn Dana, the Blues.... Luther Alison's "It's Too Late" plays from Pandora as I type this comment, and we are drowning in the waters of fast moving ugly America with even more Emmitt Tills on the horizon as well a children being sold down the river separated from parents who come here with the illusions of freedom... this is an experience that every blues player/singer can testify too... we are drowning Dana in the waters of hatred and pollution and we need more that Huck Finn's observations to clean this decay up...

as an aside, I think it was an act of great courage that Emmitt's mother had an open casket viewing, showing the world just what America represented, the horror it has done to black folks since the very beginning... and what those white men did to her son...

[h d e rushin]

and she died standing up to that very decision. My dad still has the "JET" magazine with that image emblazoned in black and white...thanks for being so close to my own thinking my friend...dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love the last two lines..and the usage of "oars" as a verb...
imagine Huck today? he could never make the trip...so much to impede him...
no more clean flowing mississippi...too much pollution...he'd choke on it...and they would find him lying dead on his raft...
i love being out in the country where there is nothing but mountains, rivers, woods, and no people.
there still is some recognizable nature...but there is so much darkness in spirit and land...
j.

[h d e rushin]

even I was as half as prolific as you my friend, the world would be a better place to live in....lol. thanks Jacob for those words...dana