Mishaps by Nash #StarfishClub

They think our love is just a growing painWhy don’t they understand, It’s just a crying shameTheir lips are lying only real is realWe start to find right now we got to be what we feelFranki Valli

mishaps

For KTM 

september 1978: brooklyn, ny

the first time i saw you 

was sixteen years back

in the old east flatbush parking lot

where i learned to ride a bike

and drive a car

you wore faded sassons

a thin shirt

a head band

from opposite ends

our eyes join

i draw in your boyish body

and red brown skin

until nearly face to face

thanksgiving 1985: 

ocean parkway, brooklyn, ny

across town

memories 

cram the air so full                           

it could hold no more​                             

i hug no one hello

and make them edgy

when the stiffness of my body

forces them to remember as well

home from boston

i call you ove​r in your green car

​that chokes and gasps

​“come for a ride

​to the old neighborhood”

​“can’t” i say

​“yeah i know

​that thing happened to you there

​you think i don’t remember?

​it’s still my neighborhood”

​“no, i’m afraid,” i say

​“cause there’s too many blacks”

​she says

​it was the last time i saw you

​rain fell lightly

​dripping sliding designs

​down the windshield

​of your parked car

​we were noiseless lightening

​holding in heavy gray clouds

​so full we exploded 

damaged and separate

​in the darkened street

january 1993, boston, ma

​we were not yet so grown

​that we could understand

​we were not the enemy

​for each other

​my innocent body

​was hardly 

a woman

​but we are full now

​and i search for you

​in the faces

​of all my sisters

​i want to tell you

​it was not 

the color of his skin

​that jumped me

​and beat my body

​not the multi-shades

​of brown and black

​that polluted me
Mishaps is a poem in a book, about surviving and rising above trauma. I’m not sure I will ever publish it. I do share parts from time to time. 
To note, I did connect with KTM again for many years. In the early 2000’s, she along with my God daughter became homeless and disappeared. They are still missing, I still look for them. 

Forever silly you were. 

She had a song, she’d sing it day and night. 

Grease I solve my problems and I see the light

We gotta plug and think, we gotta feed it right

There ain’t no danger we can go to far

We start believing now that we can be who we are

Grease is the word

They think our love is just a growing painWhy don’t they understand,

It’s just a crying shame

Their lips are lying only real is real

We start to find right now we got to be what we feel

Grease is the word

Grease is the word, is the word that you heard

It’s got groove it’s got meaning

Grease is the time, is the place is the motion

Grease is the way we are feeling

We take the pressure and we throw away

Conventionality belongs to yesterday

There is a chance that we can make it so far

We start believing now that we can be who we are

Grease is the word

Grease is the word, is the word that you heard

It’s got groove it’s got meaning

Grease is the time, is the place is the motion

Grease is the way we are feeling

This is the life of illusion

Wrapped up in trouble laced with confusion

What we doing here?

We take the pressure and we throw away

Conventionality belongs to yesterday

There is a chance that we can make it so far

We start believing now that we can be who we are

Grease is the word

Grease is the word, is the word that you heard

It’s got groove it’s got meaning

Grease is the time, is the place is the motion

Grease is the way we are feeling

Grease is the word, is the word that you heard

It’s got groove it’s got meaning

Grease is the time, is the place is the motion

Grease is the way we are feeling

Grease is the word

Is the word

Is the word

Is the word

Is the word

Is the word

Is the word

Is the word

Is the word

Is the word

Franki Valli

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