Tuesday, November 07, 2006

On The Stroll ~~ anna hood

Let me paint you the scene:
The moon a frozen amber pendant
street lamps a gauze
of night fog.
The light on the corner blinks.
Nailed onto a retaining wall
a sign - 4X8 splintered plywood
blares its crimson message:
Jesus Saves!! Find him NOW!!
Across the bottom inticate
and beautifully drawn
in lime and grape dayglo
a clue to Jesus' parentage,
what he does to his mama
the posse he runs with
the size of his privates
small - is XXed out
then the correction in black
LARGE - Very Very Large.

On the stroll
on dark greasy pavement
safe in the armour
of her terrible beauty
Scarlet (her mother calls
her Jane, her neighbours call
her Ho) stuts in loose knots
with others of her kind
as they ply their trade at 64th and 10th.
Six Johns a night, eight if she's lucky
and quick, keeps her head
above water.

Cars cruise, bass throbbing
like a vein, window eyes tugging
the short vinyl skirt
the fake fur jacket.
Her sixteen year old hips
sway ripe. Good teeth
show in her smile.
Legs like a runner.
A gold Camaro stops. 'Hey Baby.'
Scarlet Jane says,
'You lookin for some fun?'
Her hair a halo of mist
her lips a ruby blur
as painted fingertips cross
her heart.


Blogger Kajgreb said...

Yea, your back. I can't miss a poem of yours.

the grej

5:30 PM  
Blogger Susan Abraham said...

i love your poems, no matter what you write, so very vey much.
That tinkling tune...and whimsical touch of magic...it's all there.


6:25 PM  
Blogger Saaleha said...

Anna, the word breathing pendragon is back. And am I relieved. Lovely one this.
bass throbbing like a vein - loved that line.

11:40 PM  
Blogger Bernita said...

I'll say it again.
You are one of the best poets I've come across in years.

6:34 AM  
Blogger anna said...

Ahh Jack! my sweetheart
Susan, you seem to find whimsy and magic in even the most dreadful
scenarios. What a gift!
Saaleha, so nice of you to stop by.
I hope Ramadan was all you wished for. Stopped by your blog today.
Love this new story.
Bernita, you are so very
generous to say this. If only (g)

Thank you all!!

11:49 AM  
Blogger Dafath said...

& so the cock crowed thrice. is written of in the gospels and movies were made...most of them bad...of the woman in purple
many hearts have been crossed
and many broken
but still the angels sing a single ravishing note
and Dante never walked barefooted across the streets of florence

12:39 PM  
Blogger anna said...

Bear, always your responses are better than my poems!

5:34 PM  
Blogger Susan Abraham said...

Anna, I agree with Bernita that you are one of the best poets, I've seen so far, of the present day.
And someday, when you have a collection out, it goes without saying that you're going to do splendidly.
lots of love

10:40 PM  
Blogger anna said...


3:58 AM  
Blogger Roberta said...

I can hear the click of those too high heels and the too red lipstick and the sway of those very too young hips.

This is a wonderful write!!

4:45 PM  
Blogger anna said...

Thanks Roberta for taking the time to stop by!!

3:59 AM  
Blogger jason evans said...

as painted fingertips cross
her heart

Oh, so very clever Anna! Intensely effective poem, as always. :)

6:14 AM  
Blogger anna said...

Jason, thanks so much for stopping by and with such a nice comment too. Appreciated much!

8:07 AM  

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