Love Poem I

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"Hey, Paisan, Luigi's the best
italian ice on the planet,"
I say to Shaughnessy over a draft
down on Arthur Avenue.

Herschel's here too, a CPA,
just like his mother told him to be
home from the park before eight,
nine pm in the summertime

hopes and dreams back in '83,
and bean pole bodies shooting hoop,
Herschel and me at five foot five,
Shaughnessy sprouting five foot nine

and puppy love for Abigail.
"Shame Abbie ain't like you, you Wop,
or a freckled Mick like me"
Shaughnessy said and his ears turned red.

Famine, progroms, and Anzio
boats that once didn't smell like fish
meant so very little then,
what with girls and algebra,

stickball on Sunday in the streets,
and yet we heard the fiddle play
before the diaspora pain,
Pagliacci and mandolins,

and tin whistle tunes in our brains,
grace before oatmeal for breakfast,
seder, and sneaking Guinea red
into Lorenzo's Restaurant

where once I turned to them and said
"I love you, yeah. I love you guys."

"Jesus, Mary, and Josephat!"
best damn Jew on the planet said,
who put my neck in a headlock
while Shaughnessy, that crazy Mick,
tickled my pasta filled belly such
I laughed so hard that I cried.

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Oldbear63Oldbear63about 10 years ago
Got caught right up in it

and it took me back. Really enjoyed this

buttersbuttersabout 10 years ago
a feast

for the mind, eye, and ear

how you interweave historical/musical nuances always gives rise to admiration from this quarter, but - above all else - you encapsulate something real about humanity in your writes and this is no exception. again, for me, this one is all about holding up the contrasts; they act as a foil, each for the other - love v hate/light v darkness.

i especially like how you have your jew/mick/wop brought together by the italian (i read roman catholic) ice... i even wondered if it had tenuous roots with the notion of 'an english, an irish and a scots man walked into a bar...'

Ashesh9Ashesh9about 10 years ago
pure nostalgia filled reunion with

childhood friends : your poems are always a pleasure to read & the emotion here is well encapsulated , captured & presented with such sympathy'n finesse !! left speechless with admiration : high 5-ed !!