Where the author pretentiously post a poem he enjoys.
The Blue Terrance
If you subtract the minor losses,
you can return to your childhood too:
the blackboard chalked with crosses,
the math teacher’s toe ring. You
can be the black boy not even the buck-
toothed girls took a liking to:
this match box, these bones in their funk
machine, this thumb worn smooth
as the belly of a shovel. Thump. Thump.
Thump. Everything I hold takes root.
I remember what the world was like before
I heard the tide humping the shore smooth,
and the lyrics asking: How long has your door
been closed? I remember a garter belt wrung
like a snake around a thigh in the shadows
of a wedding gown before it was flung
out into the bluest part of the night.
Suppose you were nothing but a song
in a busted speaker? Suppose you had to wipe
sweat from the brow of a righteous woman,
but all you owned was a dirty rag? That’s why
the blues will never go out of fashion:
their half rotten aroma, their bloodshot octaves of
consequence; that’s why when they call, Boy, you’re in
trouble. Especially if you love as I love
falling to the earth. Especially if you’re a little bit
high strung and a little bit gutted balloon. I love
watching the sky regret nothing but its
self, though only my lover knows it to be so,
and only after watching me sit
and stare off past Heaven. I love the word No
for its prudence, but I love the romantic
who submits finally to sex in a burning row-
house more. That’s why nothing’s more romantic
than working your teeth through
the muscle. Nothing’s more romantic
than the way good love can take leave of you.
That’s why I’m so doggone lonesome, Baby,
yes, I’m lonesome and I’m blue.
Terrance Hayes, “The Blue Terrance: If you subtract the minor losses…” from Wind in a Box by Terrance Hayes, copyright © 2006 by Terrance Hayes.
Oh yes. Your poem (or song) here has the meat of the blues and the jazz of nerves. Cool how you combine the detached, flower the wrinkled and invite the rest of the world in, most of them not giving a shit. Very good.
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You may not be commenting on the write post as this is a poem by Terrance Hayes. I wish i could write like this!
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so much for the fucking internet
the write post is never the right post
fuckemall
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Terrance Hayes by the way is a fairly famous poet and you should check him out. 🙂
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