Charles W Harvey
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​Dealey Plaza 2015*
 
Sirens wail like women
Motorcycles gun their throats.
A President’s skull cracks open
Like an exploding egg.
Black cars speed by like panthers
Blood paints the sparrows red
Cardinals chant and moan
Leaves shimmer and shine.
A whale spits out Oswald
He has one deadly eye
Walks up to me
And points at the speck of him
In my dark pupils.
“I am innocent,” he says.
A man named Ruby walks past
Holding thirty pieces of silver.
He tosses them into the air
Oswald calls tails
“Tails is death,” Ruby says
“Last coin seals your fate.”
The Kennedy Half Dollar blocks the sun
Bounces off a cloud, wobbles
Like it’s wounded
Before landing face down.
Ruby pulls six triggers
Moves on, but takes a moment
To look at Oswald’s ass
Bleeding blood and shit.
 
 
                                       *Year I visited Kennedy Assassination Site 
​I Am Not 
 
I am not  a not
Even if I have no home
And have to roam
From box to bridge
And sleep skull to
Sidewalk. I am not a not.
​​6 9 

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The world has secrets
Behind secrets and
Puppets ruled by puppets
You think the game is sixty-nine
But you’re a dog, Dawg
Chasing his rainbow tail.
Round and round you go
Until you wake too late.
The catch is twenty-two
Three strikes and you’re out.
​The Voyeur 
 
Stepping out of my skin
This old flabby suit--
I step into new skin and new life.
 
The camera records
Him scratching his balls
And sucking young cocks.
Most of us prefer
Two blue eyes but
For me one is enough
To observe his world.
And I do, like a guard
Watching the condemned. 
 
He drives with piston power
All night long
Just pounding like a jack hammer.
Asses yield with gratitude
Gaped-mouth, red and juicy
As Texas grapefruit.
Lips slather his cock
With kisses and olive oil.
Legs part
One in the west and one in the east.
 
Suddenly I imagine I’m in new clothes
Blue Versace coat short enough
To give you a peek of my ass.
Even my new red drawers get in on the act
And cup my balls.
Arrayed in finery,
I turn on the camera
Grab my cock as just as he does.
We jerk, bust a nut together
Then slumber with our lips in separate rooms.
​Summer Day 

​
Summer rains come
Catch young men shirtless
Turn bodies to lacquer.
I taste their sweat
And am reminded of days 
Loving madly in the rose garden,
Daring thorns to pierce my heart.
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