January, 2008

(archives)

man in a wheelchair

– brianprince

the classic. defines his essence.
has class but wears slip-on airwalks with a corduroy finish.
he is the un-official fragrance of California.

the blend. defines his unique musk.
creates his own signature scent. the aroma of lust.
he’s there. but not in the center.

the freshest. defines his presence.
casually sensual, yet professionally down-to-business.
his look. that stare. hearts he hypnotizes.

the drift. defines his confidence.
distinctively driven. to be assertive, yet ever so cleverly subtle.
she loves it. he knows the ingredients.

the scent. citrus and verbena.
‘herbal’ with a dry-down of jasmine and thyme.
bound to a hint of petuna’s hide.

the content. 12% oil blend for a compelling long last.
that won’t overpower the girl who’s time is spent basking
in another place. the great lakes.

the dirt. front row parking.
richness of the earth. fresh sea. warm sun.
acqua di gio. gendarme.

matchbook

– brianprince

like a man
i packed tobacco
into my pipe but
i don’t own a yellow hat

in Shadowlands
C.S. Lewis told me
marriage is for life and
i never forgot that

i struck fire
from a Sahara Club
matchbook
that Carissa gave me
back in ’98

she took her clothes off
dancing
for a living but i didn’t
meet her that way

we used to drink
newcastles, smoke
menthols and walk
Newport’s back bay

we laughed
a lot
and did drugs
at raves

i used to tell her
“when i make it
i will take care
of you everyday.”

i never made it
and tonight
i cleared
my pipe with

one hit

one match

one woman

silent night (three)

– brianprince

hello, my name is Rajeev.
i’m sixty-three.
my life changed this year
on christmas eve.

my wife
passed of cancer
in 1997. and with that, her
salvation was uncertain.

i’m still mourning. and
overflowing with uncertainty
too. since her death,
i haven’t moved the Buick.

americans celebrating a birth.
was it just because?
i always wondered who this
fellow jesus was.

you see, my friend Haidar
never understood me.
his business. his life.
they’re both much different.

we meet in salat
on fridays.
but only because
he’s my ride.

anyways, i don’t like to drive
ever since my wife died.
but i called him last night.
just after midnight.

after my encounter with
a man who was
mesmerized
by my only client.

this man, a friendly chap.
carried good conversation.
he even paid $50 cash
for room one eleven.

then he just vanished
off into the night. and
in the morning
the woman thanked me

for some candy canes
that she thought i had left.
as she went on and on telling
me stories about jesus.

that morning i was
introduced to
a new way of life.
confirmation. my heart was right.

so this friday im skipping
salat
and i’m going to take
Haidar and his family
out

in the Buick.

silent night (two)

– brianprince

i was supposed to close at eleven
p.m.
but i didn’t. i was late for some reason.

i was cleaning as
a blue-bug-eyed
gentleman entered my
store smiling.

his smile was unusual
for customers at that
time
of night.

he possessed confidence
as he passed
the clear-door refrigerator
alcohol-filled aisle.

he found satisfaction
in the furthest section
reading the missing persons
on the back of the milk cartons.

he continued to smile so
we talked for a while.
no wallet. just a ten
in his pocket.

then, i opened my big mouth.
muhammad, forgive me.
i spilled the beans about
my dear friend, Rajeev.

as he left with the discounted
candy cane 3-pack, egg nog and milk,
i quickly phoned my friend
giving him a cordial alert.

Rajeev never picked up.
i prayed to Allah. i hope he’d be
alright from this intruder,
this jesus-disciple trawler.

i took my name tag off
and chuckled to myself.
i was wearing Anil’s tag. i said,
“silly Haidar.” in a soft voice.

the clock passed twelve. my
cleaning was done. but my
friend was undone. Rajeev
called. and could barely speak.

he said he witnessed something
he’s never ever seen.
he told me some man
had walked in. and talked to him.

i was frightened inside
until i heard what he
told me and i couldn’t help
but to smile.

a first. in so many years.
he laughed. and smiled in my ear.
2007’s christmas eve.
a night. he couldn’t believe.

i was a bit confused. but i kind of knew
Rajeev had a newfound glory coming through.
i packed up and left feeling good
with this new christmas attitude.

he doesn’t know this
but i was also inspired.
so i left 3 tens and 4 fives
under the man’s windshield
wiper.