Two Poems by Elnathan Starnes

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Trick of Rings and Things

“The Lord is my Ringmaster, I’ll always want!”

Said Gollum

A fiend

For the ring

Crack ho’

Of his time

What is the meaning of the ring?

Love is

an overrated

misunderstood thing

Precious metal

surrounding the

space

waiting for

something to

occupy its place

it has value

only by choice

imaginary portal from

Reality to Fantasy

Trinket value matching w/ heart

matching w/ feeling matching w/

WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU TALKIN’ ABOUT?!

Chasers of

the dream

don’t control

the game

Cuz

white folks

know about

pimpin’

permutations of

a metamorphosis

stemming from

1 source

of trickology….long ago

Oh!

Is that why the ring is so precious?

Like a

Precious metal

Surrounding the

Space

Waiting for

Something to

Occupy its place?

Otherwise

There’s nothing but a hole

&

We the main ho’s they got


Items in a Neighborhood

Flag of America

Hanging behind a sign

That says, “Thank you Jesus.”

Holy patriotism

Support the overseer w/ a gun

DON’T RUN

In spite of not having 1

Blue cross/red blood/white face

Tired fabric

Rests on ancient representation

Loyalists singing hymns

Guarded by a pentagram w/ a gun

DON’T RUN

In spite of not having one

White flash/blue light/red eyes

The God

Embraces played ideology

Dat’ Ol’ Time Religion

You be the Legion surrounded by a wall w/ a gun

DON’T RUN

In spite of not having I.

Red Objectives/White Lies/Blue Reality

Elnathan Starnes is a Wolf Trap teaching artist and local children’s entertainer using the moniker, Groovy Nate (https://www.groovynate.com/).  He was born in Wichita, Kansas, and attended High School in Denver, CO.  After a 5 year enlistment in the Navy, he came to Washington, DC in 1989 and attended Howard University.  From high school to present, he has been writing poetry that is now compiled in a collection of works entitled, Wichita Behavior in a DC Vibe-By Way of Denver (Oahu Visions).

Image by David Peterson from Pixabay

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