He Wanted, First

He wanted, first-

He wanted, first, to be a dancer
No! I speak wrongly- he wanted
to be……… THE DANCE-
to be, throughout his body, a mural
of shapes and motion and beats
to write a rhythm of graffito
geometric, abstract, instant
in the spaces of the eye.

But he lived in a denim, testosterone world
truck drivers pile drivers brick pilers-
meat packers bone crackers wife smackers.
The only acceptable arts-
boozing boxing bowling-
the only marginal manly meters
a wedding waltz/polka stomp.
Balls over beauty.
No mentor where the Foxtrot
is that “pansy” dance-

And he already a suspect child.

Raymond Weaver-7-22-02

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About elrondsilvermaul

I never know what to say about myself. I let what I write try to speak as to who I am. I can only add, here, that I am 72, live in a nursing home, am twenty years a cancer survivor, and identify as a gay male. I intend to use this blog as storage for poems? written over the long years (and still being written). This does not preclude other uses.
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