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JESUS GAVE ME A BLOWJOB
in the front seat of my car. It was a miracle. He was beautiful. I shot a load in his almighty beard.
Slipped my phone number in his crown of thorns. His head fit like latex gloves between my legs.
"I'll call you later," he said. I can tell he's not the type to forget faces. He actually calls the next morning.
"Last night was great. I want to see you again over breakfast."
He asked how my day was and if I got the green boots I wanted. "If you need anything at all don't hesitate to call," he said. This was very generous of Jesus.
He asked if my mother was still being a pain in the ass and if my father knows I'm happy, healthy & making money.
He said, "I like men who love to take it in the ass." I found out he's been married
for twenty years. A son in the army. A daughter with a degree in Advertising,
& children of her own. Calling him would be a mission impossible. so I settled for head in the front seat of a black Celica in the parking lot
of a shopping mall after closing. The windows up, the radio turned down like theLevis around my ankles.
His tongue is a roller coaster down the track of my throat in a seedy hotel with HBO
& the Playboy channel. Come on baby, Give me some quarters
for the vibrating bed that sits on olive green shag carpet that smells like stale piss owned by a fat,
over weight Mexican whose English is jagged, whose hands are tinged with kerosene from the heater in his
bedroom from around the corner from the lobby decorated with a black and white 9 inch t.v.,
orange sofas & wallpaper coming undone when the glue crack & bulk falling to the floor.
Where the cock roaches are bigger than my thumb, & rats live on lobster, sleeping in queen sized beds. He plans to leave his wife.
He wants to spend the rest of his life feeding me grapes in bed while we watch American Werewolf
in London for the sixth time.
Let's run away together in your 64 Thunderbird to Las Vegas
for a quicky wedding where the justice of the peace is an
Elvis impersonator. Bible in one hand, Fried peanut butter & banana sandwich in the other.
He said, "I can't leave my children. My wife wants things like it used to be."
Vacations to Busch Gardens Romantic rendezvous' toAspen.
Fake orgasms in a heart shaped bed of the honey moon suite,
plates of pot roast, mouth stuffed with strawberry short cake on special occasions.
He calls me crying, sniveling snot. "I'm sorry, but I can't see you anymore."
I'm cocooned on the black leather sofa, knees pulled to chest and hoping for more true love without its crown of thorns.
POEM FOR IAN YOUNG
Help Me. I'm a Gay Black Poet Suffering in a Small Town. I'm Twenty-Eight Yrs Old and Have Been Writing Poetry Since I Was 6teen. I Work in the Mailroom at the Local Law School Here, But I'm Planning to Move to New York Soon to Attend Grad School. Some Say I'll Love it. Others Say I Should Act Crazy on the Subway Trains to Survive, to Keep the Urban Punks from Fucking with Me. My Poet Friend in Manhattan says that's Bullshit Cuz the Men Don't Get Fucked with as Much as Women. She Says I Should Always Smile at the Gay Boys on Christopher Street. I Hear I should Not Look at the Buildings that Scrape the Sky or I could Get Robbed. You Should Know I've Been Published in Over 6ty Magazines that is Both Quality and Sometimes Off the Wall. I Hear You're Working on a New Anthology of Gay Male Poetry So I Figured I would send you some Poems Cuz I don't Think the Hairy Ass Arms of the USA extend to Canada & I was Afraid You wouldn't be Able to Reach Me from There. My Cock is red, white & blue. My Dick Tastes Like Cornbread and Turnip Greens. I've Got Chicken Broth For Cum. My Parents know That I'm into Men, but We Have Never Talked About it. My Mama Said She Would Rather Be Dead than for Me to Be a Fag. Damn it, if Only I knew you Then. I needed Friends like You in High school. We Could have Skipped Class for Cheeseburgers, Greazy fries and Machine Manufactured Milkshakes. You Gotta Help Me. They're Closing in and I Don't Know how Long I'm Gonna Last in this Place. I Can't Breath. I'm Covered in Blood. These People Are Going to Burn me Alive. They Want to Eat Me. They Want to cut My Dick Off because of where I Stick it. They're Gonna Cane My Black Ass if I don't Get Outta Here. I don't Know How Much More I can Take. Come to the U.S. Catch a Bus going South where Alligators nibble at the Ankles of Tourists, where Hooter Girls have Breasts like Naval Oranges. These People want to cut me a new Asshole. They want to cut my Heart out and feed out to the Governor. Sodomy is Illegal in Florida. Throw me a Lifeline. I've Only Had a Few Outside Contacts with Other Gay Poets. They're helping me to Cope until I Reach Safety, until I hit Solid Ground. You are My Only Hope. I Pray this Poem Finds You Safely. They Tend to intercept my Mail and Read through My Deepest Thoughts. They want to Implant Something in my Brain, the Bastards. I've Got Sacred Sperm. They Want to Drink My Blood. I Wake Up Screaming Ian as my Parents Nail My hands to the Bedposts. They say, You Got the Devil in You Boy. They Want to Fry My Internal Organs & Eat Me with Fries and Cole Slaw. For Christ Sakes They Want me to Settle down with a Nice Girl and Have Kids. Do Something cuz if you Don't, I could Be Dead by Morning.
SHOW ME THE MAN WHO PINCHED YOUR ASS for Brian
I'll go and beat 'em up for you. Point him out to me and don't be a chicken shit about it. I have just the thing for guys who like to grab the asses of real men. He won't know what hit him when I knock him over the head with a monkey wrench as big as my arm. I will throw his unconscious body over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes and plunge it into a chair where I will duct tape his mouth, cover his bleeding head with a black nickel bag until you give the word to cut off those infamous hands. Don't worry. Don't beat yourself up over this shit. You handled things fine considering the circumstances. Leave it all to me. I'm as loyal as a German Shepard. He'll pay for what he's done. I'll see to that. I have attached battery cables to his nipples. I cut the brake line to his Continental. I don't think anyone saw me. He was foaming at the mouth when I left him this morning locked hot and sweating in my basement like Bruce Willis in Pulp Fiction. Wait til you see what I do with the alcohol and razor blades.
Who does he think he is? What's the meaning of this? Doesn't this mother fucker know you don't get down like that? I'll show him. I'll teach him to keep his hands to himself. I'll cut the bitche's balls off and use them as earrings. Just the thing to asentuate my eyes. I'm gonna make him sorry he ever laid eyes on you. Gonna teach that cocksucker a lesson. When all is done, I'm gonna do to him what he did to you and so much more.
CHAOS ON CHARLIE ASH LANE
5 a.m. 5 a.m. they 5a.m. they busted they busted busted 5 a.m. they busted through they busted through the 5a.m. they busted through the door & knocked knocked & knocked & knocked my Mama & knocked my & knocked my Mama out of the way out of the way & knocked my Mama out of the way they busted through they busted through the door they busted through the door at 5a.m. & knocked my Mama out of the way. You don't You don't mess You don't mess with You don't mess with the You don't mess with the U.S Marshals One of them said you don't mess with the U.S. Marshals You don't mess with the U.S. Marshals one of them said You don't mess with the U.S. Marshals They searched They searched through They searched through the house They searched through the house Like sniffing dogs Sniffing dogs they searched Like sniffing dogs they searched Through the house Through the house like sniffing dogs They searched 5 a.m. they busted down the door & knocked my Mama out of the way & searched through the house like sniffing dogs & found & found they found & they found & found Daddy in the living room in the living room is where they found Daddy they found him sitting in the living room my Daddy 5a.m. they busted down the door knocking my Mama out of the way searching through the house like sniffing dogs and found my Daddy sitting in the living room get get on get on the get on the floor they get on the floor they said get on the floor get on the floor they said they said to they said to get on the floor they told him they told him to they told him to get on the floor get on the floor they said to him to him they said to get on the floor at 5 in the morning at 5 in the morning after they busted open busted open the door knocking my Mama out of the way searching the house like sniffing dogs like sniffing dogs searching the house to find my Daddy in the living room to find him in the living room in the living room is where they found him they they told they told him with they told him with guns they told him with guns in their hands to get to get on to get on the floor get on the floor to get on the floor they told him to get on the floor get on the floor they told him with their firearms pointed & loaded with them firearms pointed & loaded at my Daddy's head they had they guns pointed & loaded at the head of my Daddy they had they Goddamned guns they had they Goddamned guns they had they Goddamned guns pointed & loaded at my Daddy's head 5 feet 5 feet away 5 feet away from my sleeping niece 5 feet away from where my niece was sleeping where my niece was sleeping 5 feet away they had they guns pointed & loaded 5 a.m. busted, knocked down, sniffing like dogs he he kissed he kissed the floor Daddy kissed the floor Daddy kissed the floor as guns as guns are pointed & loaded as goddamned firearms are pointed and loaded to my Daddy's head to my daddy's head Goddamned guns are pointed & loaded Ma screams She screams My Mama screams Screams my Mama OH DON'T SHOOT HIM My Mama screams OH DON'T SHOOT HIM OH DON'T SHOOT HIM my Mama screams After being knocked aside At 5a.m. she hollers OH DON'T SHOOT HIM DON'T SHOOT HIM OH MY GOD DON'T SHOOT HIM DON'T SHOOT HIM OH MY GOD DON'T SHOOT HIM What are the charges What are the charges my sister yells My sister yells what are the charges What are the charges My sister yells what are the charges They handcuff They handcuff him and They handcuffed him & took him away Took him away They put my Daddy in handcuffs and took him away In handcuffs they put my Daddy in & took him away 5 a.m. after busting open the door searching sniffing searching with guns pointed and loaded loaded & pointed guns loaded & pointed pointed & loaded at my Daddy's head his head, my Daddy's head 5 feet away from my sleeping little niece 5 feet away from where my sleeping little niece slept where my little sleeping niece slept 5 feet away my sister wanted to know what were the charges the charges what were the charges the charges, what were they she, my sister, wanted to know what were the charges my Mama pleading DON'T SHOOT HIM DON'T SHOOT HIM OH MY GOD DON'T SHOOT HIM SHOOT HIM DON'T SHOOT HIM SHOOT HIM DON'T They took him, my daddy, away in handcuffs My Daddy is the man they took away in handcuffs In handcuffs they took him away They took him away at 5 in the morning in handcuffs They, the U.S. Marshals you don't mess with, took him away
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Shane Allison is the author of four chapbooks of poetry. "Ceiling of Mirrors" (Cynic Press), "Black Fag" (Future Tense Books), "Cock and Balls" (Feel Free Press), and "I Want to Fuck a Redneck" is forthcoming from (Scintillating Press). He's been published in Best Black Gay Erotica and has work forthcoming in Ultimate Gay Erotica 2006. He is friends with poet Jarret Keene.

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