By J.J. Tindall
77 Minutes After 8
Way past 8
I met my intimates
Hugo Himself and Mike Miracle
To watch the proxy war
On the big screen
At the Proxy bar
In the Village
On Damen near where
Sweet Alice used to be,
Mesmerized
By the plethora
Of chyrons,
Petting our peeves,
Fanning our fears,
Newest amongst them
The shrill shriek of a car engine
Suddenly revving.
We rescinded all
Immodest demands
And relished the miracle
Of our true selves.
I’d been raining all day
But my intimates
Forgave me, for
What else is a sky
Like me to do
At times but rain?
Forgiveness
Is the miracle
Of friendship.
I’d rained so much
The river rose
So the tour boats
Couldn’t fit
Under the bridges.
I surely was the rain but not
The thunder; that’s God
Singing in the shower.
And if God is, in fact,
Father, imagine the pain
He must feel,
His holy heart
A dead farm.
He could use a hearty song.
We three chuckled
At our lucky trinity
(We’ve only lost one brother
To the endless War),
Three “Be Movies”
Vowing to remain
Authentic as we laughed
Under assumed names.
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J.J. Tindall is the Beachwood’s poet-in-residence. He welcomes your comments. Chicagoetry is an exclusive Beachwood collection-in-progress.
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Posted on September 18, 2017