Flamenco at the Thirsty Bear. Jim Gunshinan

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    Used To
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    Bear
 • A Nature Poem
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   the Gardens of Egypt in the
   First Century

 

 

Nothing Sacred

Black is in fashion
here in Berkeley and elsewhere.
I see mostly women
dressed in all black
clingy cotton dresses
and he-man black
sleeveless underwear tops.
I like the look
but don’t like wearing it
myself. To me it says dead
from the neck down.
That’s how I imagined
priesthood.
And the little plastic white tab
that bends into the collar
easy, like a childproof pill bottle is easy.
It’s a tongue depressor.
Put it on and watch what you say.
Other people will, too.
I’m not a big fan
of black clothing and white tabs.
That old uniform doesn’t connect
people
to the mystery of death and life
the way it used to
and needs to be
reimagined.
I’ll take it off; live untethered
spend years getting used to gray
then blue, red, yellow.


  © Jim Gunshinan, 2013
 

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