Alieux Casey
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Poem "The Effects of Him":
- written November 2005
- published April 4, 2006
- viewed 291 times
Other poems by Alieux Casey:
»30 MPH«
»I haven't met you yet«
»Open«
»The Best«
»The last thing (she said)«
»what it is«
Visit Alieux Casey's profile page
Poem "The Effects of Him":
- written November 2005
- published April 4, 2006
- viewed 291 times
Other poems by Alieux Casey:
»The Effects of Him«
by Alieux Casey
The effects of Him
1962.
him;
don?t forget the bottles
of muscatel clanking
empty
in yards of broken champagne flute glasses
and lost memories of celebratory toasts;
empty.
slobbering stammering and stuttering a language;
the ?C? word.
in a pitch low enough that only other alcoholics can interpret.
in a pitch high enough that only other dogs can hear.
brought into this world in handcuffs,
still I stutter;
a life in restraints.
shy by history.
(begins with a ?C?)
him;
This giant of a man. At five feet seven.
Back in the 50?s
(he,
who has been found drunk,
in ditches in Memphis)
1969
Don?t bother mom;
She?s busy doing twice what you?re too drunk to do once.
work. love.
And he may hurt me even more when she ain?t around.
I?m no fool.
I?ll be quiet
(no, not me. Him. Begins with a ?C?)
You see,
there is history in these handcuffs.
There is pain.
the truth.
there is blood,
but there are no screams-
that?s for sissies.
let?s not forget the small green bottles hidden in pockets of suits and winter coats at Deliverence Evangelical Church, New York, New York:
the back turned slightly.
the contents quickly swallowed while mom obliviously praise God.
but I?m praising God too,
with one eye
and I see everything
he did.
But God is omnipotent.
Praise Him!
the clapping which was not for support. ( God,
please get me out of the audience )
The ?C? word.
We laugh
We cry
We?re in the audience
But sis has a different interpretation of what we?re both observing.
/ I must have done something wrong.
apparently I must have asked to be born
to whom I was born/
before I was born
(God, remove my restraints)
Now,
Learning everything by
Listening to big bunches of nothing
From enemies who are close friends of each other
In time of need going their separate ways after bartime,
But sister, playing with dolls in the living room says 'leave my daddy alone.'
while the back of my neck is pressed down to keep my back bent over the ironing board
as the other hand holds a thick black leather belt to slam against my naked ass
while the supremes song, 'where did our love go?? is playing on the radio,
the beat-down is only shortly interrupted by the announcement that Martin Luther King Jr was just shot..
The effects of him.
of him and those damn bottles?
&
if he stood still for a minute and listened
& watched
& cared,
he could have heard the slow seeping out of what ever volume of love my little heart contained.
I petitioned.
I begged for compassion.
In between slaps and scalding hot baths.
In between humiliation, emasculation and degradation.
Cirrhosis; that?s it.
The effects of him.
slap 1 across the face back hand
2 across the face slap
3 a bath in scalding water. Steam rising off the ankles.
4 slap
5 you damn sissy slap
6 damn mama?s boy slap
7 slap
8 Shut up! Don?t be a sissy! Slap
9 back hand slap Be a man!
10 years old?. Applause.
And.
Curtains.
End scene?
I was brought into this world in handcuffs
1962 1972 1982 1992 1996 may he rest in peace 2000 2001 2002 2003
handcuffs still on
(where?s the key?)
2004
handcuffs off
1962.
him;
don?t forget the bottles
of muscatel clanking
empty
in yards of broken champagne flute glasses
and lost memories of celebratory toasts;
empty.
slobbering stammering and stuttering a language;
the ?C? word.
in a pitch low enough that only other alcoholics can interpret.
in a pitch high enough that only other dogs can hear.
brought into this world in handcuffs,
still I stutter;
a life in restraints.
shy by history.
(begins with a ?C?)
him;
This giant of a man. At five feet seven.
Back in the 50?s
(he,
who has been found drunk,
in ditches in Memphis)
1969
Don?t bother mom;
She?s busy doing twice what you?re too drunk to do once.
work. love.
And he may hurt me even more when she ain?t around.
I?m no fool.
I?ll be quiet
(no, not me. Him. Begins with a ?C?)
You see,
there is history in these handcuffs.
There is pain.
the truth.
there is blood,
but there are no screams-
that?s for sissies.
let?s not forget the small green bottles hidden in pockets of suits and winter coats at Deliverence Evangelical Church, New York, New York:
the back turned slightly.
the contents quickly swallowed while mom obliviously praise God.
but I?m praising God too,
with one eye
and I see everything
he did.
But God is omnipotent.
Praise Him!
the clapping which was not for support. ( God,
please get me out of the audience )
The ?C? word.
We laugh
We cry
We?re in the audience
But sis has a different interpretation of what we?re both observing.
/ I must have done something wrong.
apparently I must have asked to be born
to whom I was born/
before I was born
(God, remove my restraints)
Now,
Learning everything by
Listening to big bunches of nothing
From enemies who are close friends of each other
In time of need going their separate ways after bartime,
But sister, playing with dolls in the living room says 'leave my daddy alone.'
while the back of my neck is pressed down to keep my back bent over the ironing board
as the other hand holds a thick black leather belt to slam against my naked ass
while the supremes song, 'where did our love go?? is playing on the radio,
the beat-down is only shortly interrupted by the announcement that Martin Luther King Jr was just shot..
The effects of him.
of him and those damn bottles?
&
if he stood still for a minute and listened
& watched
& cared,
he could have heard the slow seeping out of what ever volume of love my little heart contained.
I petitioned.
I begged for compassion.
In between slaps and scalding hot baths.
In between humiliation, emasculation and degradation.
Cirrhosis; that?s it.
The effects of him.
slap 1 across the face back hand
2 across the face slap
3 a bath in scalding water. Steam rising off the ankles.
4 slap
5 you damn sissy slap
6 damn mama?s boy slap
7 slap
8 Shut up! Don?t be a sissy! Slap
9 back hand slap Be a man!
10 years old?. Applause.
And.
Curtains.
End scene?
I was brought into this world in handcuffs
1962 1972 1982 1992 1996 may he rest in peace 2000 2001 2002 2003
handcuffs still on
(where?s the key?)
2004
handcuffs off
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