Cedric Jones
Books
I Wear the Colour Green takes a peek inside one man’s poetic journal. Part one begins with the uncertain voice of adolescence and ends with the screams of adult self-discovery. The second half is a celebration of love, loss, and physical attraction. For more than twenty years, the author has walked through life with a notebook. This is what he wrote.
Below are a few poems from the book. Enjoy.
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I pricked my finger,
Out spilled blood.
Thickening history ran
Massahs and missus
And cotton,
On which I wiped
The dripping blood and read
The pages full.
The back doors
Of the alley ways
Swing segregated freedom,
Different water,
Different air,
Different jobs—
In court a separate Bible.
In church a separate God.
My God said be gentle,
His God said be fierce.
White cape, rope in hand.
A structure crackles deep in flames,
Deep in flames.
The massahs and missus are gone now,
Only a couple to spare.
Yet, in my blood
I’m toting on.
I feel the wounds,
But looking back will
Salt them even more.
Dripping blood
Reality
Can lock the alley doors.The Lazy Days of Summer
Close your eyes and drift with me
Past rain and wind and thunder,
Through the angels’ breeze to the mermaids’ seas
On the lazy days of summer.
Where castles rise against the skies
And beauty is a hunter,
And butterflies the carpets ride
On the lazy days of summer.
Where clouds are high, the grasses grow
And sleep becomes a wonder,
Where people pass and smile as they go
On the lazy days of summer.
Where fairies dance and flowers grow
To the rat-at-tat of nature’s drummer,
And worries go, and lovers know
The lazy days of summer.
Stage Kiss
The light burns hot on my neck.
Your sweat trickles down, down
To melt into me.
Your body heat sweeps over me.
My stomach flutters.
The audience titters on
The edge of its seats,
Inhale as one.
I inhale your deep, sensual odor.
I forget the watchers.
You part your lips in slow motion.
I can smell the sweet moistness.
My mouth waters, my body aches
My ears buzz
As your hair brushes my face.
You pull me closer,
Man to man.
Your lips tickle mine,
First bottom, then top.
Our eyes close.
The audience breathes
Deeper still.
I melt.
The curtain falls.
Love comes differently
Each time it comes,
Sometimes it takes a minute
Sometimes a day
Sometimes a lifetime,
But each time it does,
It marks the heart
With tiny fingerprints
That never wash away.
