By Charles Bane Jr.
I wanna be wich you. By the chain
link fence on the corner we
walked past (where I kissed
u when u stopped and looked at me
and went, Dude) There was a street lamp
shining through the fence
onto a skip of oil
and somethin turned around.
Then I came home,
now thinking about u.
U stepping into day. On Sunday,
when even the Korean people
are a little nice. When the cooking
smells are horns. Hey, you know
that red like the truck outside
Schwartz’s on flower day? That’s
the red I wanna see u in and you
know and hey, that smell
when we were close, you buy
that at the store?
I saw your Mom there
and I go, Miz Hernandez , lemme
carry those and we walked
to your place and I look up
and your Mom goes.
love, it’s like guava.
Not your typical Bane poem, but as always, surprising and beautiful. I love how he steps outside of himself in this one and shows the empathy of his soul.
Charles, you’re good. You’re really good.
just one of the many persona’s of ewe, bloody luv it
Actually one of my top favorites among Bane’s splendid works–edgy; startles with a young and urban pulse.
Fucking w***erful.
oozing with atmosphere!! delicious!
Ab So Lute Ly Fn Awe Sum ~
And very e. e. cummings-ish.
Adore this. A brilliant persona poem that captures the ecstasy and exuberance of being in love. Adore this poem.
Love this poem!! A wonderful and surprising this step outside!
Very different from your other work, but that is just what I love about your talent. You see through many eyes. As always thank you for sharing your words.