Saturday 5 May 2018

2 Poems by James Beach

Expect Sun on your Wedding Day
(after Alanis Morissette's lyrics, "Ironic")

Clouds clear on your wedding day
Free stuff when you've already paid
Bad advice never taken with salt
Is this irony?
Do you think?

A black dye, is no color at all
Family men live alone, battle The Wall
Ten thousand chairs missing their seats
Is this irony?
Do you think?

Your worst year has one perfect week
You study art during a winning streak
A traffic jam when you're for once on foot
Is this irony?
Do you think?

A panicky groom has wet cum on his face
Because the bride-to-be instructed the groomsmen to race!
Meanwhile the little cute boy boldly bears me the ring
Is this irony?
Do you think?

We all expect sun on a wedding day
Figure the design out: is our world straight or gay? Who wins, who loses out? When we are one of them who ascribes to solo devout!

Bloody Murder

In the late-1970s, "Bloody Murder!" was more popular than "Kick the Can" with the kids on my block. This was back before most videogames, except for Pong, the favorite next to burgeoning Atari, at that time. Us children invented all kinds of group-boredom time-passers... some of us being allowed to view cinematic scares such as the trending "Halloween" (myself excluded). I played along anyway. The game titled "Bloody Murder!" is best played after dinner but before curfew so as to allow the dusk to settle in. It's a game that calls for one Potential Murderer and plenty of Potential Victims, similar to hide-and-seek. (The opening scene of the 1980 slasher film "Prom Night" features children in an abandoned structure playing "The Killer is Coming"; this is derivative of what was happening in neighborhoods across the country.) In "Bloody Murder," the chosen Killer hides from sight for a minute, counting seconds aloud, and all of the chosen Victims have that scarce minute to hide from Killer. Since the game is played outdoors, plenty of low-built decks or untrimmed shrubbery or faux-Zen commune-style gardening provide the usual suburban hiding places, along with vacant lots (which were most forbidden to enter). Right off, the pretty girl idiot with pigtails squirming behind the pruned Boxwood shrubs would get tagged and so-called killed; she would then aid Killer in finding more Victims. Next would be the nervous boy switching hiding places because of the pig-tailed girl's interest in him. Third would be either a benign athletic boy or an intellectual freak hoping as they hid that they were smarter than the Killer. Meanwhile, mothers sporadically called out kids' names, into the dusk. End of the game features the remaining few deliberating over going home, or waiting in the hiding spot for victory. Night falls, inevitably, before the game is finished. Nobody won but each day promised a chance to become killer of all.


JAMES K BEACH opted to overindulge in poetry and lit before discovering that bohemian professions are a bit more challenging and dangerous than they appear... But anyway. Taking risks is a risk, as anyone knows. Since 2002, he's used his Bachelor's in Writing to amass 150+ journalism bylines in 20 venues, be managing editor at AWAREing Press, and do related tasks in publishing. Currently he's working various temp jobs in the USA, looking at graduate schools, and considering the significance of mating young. CREATIVE WRITING CREDITS: Antique Children Journal, Blue Monday Review, Danse Macabre Online, The Exhibit Literary, Jivin' Ladybug Journal, Mad Hatters' Review, Paraphilia Magazine, Smokebox Commentary, Warhol Stars UK, Wood Coin Magazine, and others.

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