White, White, White

 

“For whatsoever is born of God overcometh”

 

He wore a diadem of frost, a ring

Of snowstorm.  Both of them protected from

The little thing called love.  They meant he’d cling

To more important things. To overcome

The little trash of love a necklace made

Of crystals from the Arctic, bracelet formed

By ice, and armbands cut from Arctic shade

Protected him.  His lovers moaned and stormed

Around but he was safe.  The gurgles in

The mouth of infant son did not rebuff.

He held on firmly in Antarctic sin

To whiteness.  Jesus Christ was not enough.

  When nothing mattered, even piles of pain,

    The only consequential stuff was his cocaine.

~ Phillip Whidden

by phillipw | Sep 5, 2024 | Uncategorized | 0 comments