Poetry by J. Marquez Jr.
- The Cello’s Lament
she strutted into Jove’s house immersed in feline finesse
her bare paper skin, a sketch pad for the tattoos of promiscuity
breasts plump; a volcanic threat; an effusion of Nectar
the embers of Ambrosia; a smoldering coal between her legs
and camouflaged amid the shadows of the wonders of an architectural hand
the maker of lightning, trembled and watched behind rubber mask eyeholes
he staggered into the presence of mischief inebriated with carnal desire and passion
a copper coin in hand for a golden nugget; Peter cheats Paul
pleasure for anger; fervor for rancor; gratification for degradation
one’s misfortune is another’s opportunity…it’s all the same
but those lurking red eyes behind the rubber mask’s eyeholes
they trembled with thunder, ire and rage
the sledge swung across the dining table
the golden cups that once stood tall and overflowing with pride
scattered and bounced across the terrazzo hardscape
and cowered in crevices like darkness hides in the landscape of trees
from the presence of daybreak and lay there and bled
the shadow of death hovered
and Vulcan’s mouth grimaced behind the rubber mask’s breathe hole
II. It’s All The Same
three kilos of copper, three kilos of gold
it’s all the same
Jove’s house; a whore’s house on top of the hill of Olympus
a latrine; a sanctum; an outhouse; the holy of holies
it’s all the same
Peter sucks Paul; Prometheus, Epimetheus; Castor sucks Pollux
Diana, Apollo, Yin, Yang, Itchy and Scratchy—
IT’S ALL THE FUCKING SAME
because three kilos of platinum and three kilos of shit
is the same in the scales of life
III. The Cello’s Revenge
the buzzards and ravens and jackals and vultures
fed from the fruit between Venus’ voluptuous legs
and the virgins and maidens and vampires and leeches
they sucked dry the juices out of the throbbing loins of Mars
amplified curses buzzed and fed off the carcass of silence like flies
the golden cups that once stood tall and overflowing with pride
lay scattered across the terrazzo hardscape
disgraced in the crevice of darkness, bleeding and dead
and the famished and damned; the sick and deceased
fed off the anorexia within loins and between ethereal legs
because three kilos of platinum against three kilos of shit
is still the same…over and over…
again and again…and…
J. Marquez Jr.-March 2, 2022
(As a newbie to the art publishing, I am more than grateful to sites and publishing presses like The Yard: Crime Blog and The Literary Hatchet who have been publishing me. In addition, I wish to offer a banana split of appreciation to those who’ve taken the time out of their busy lives to read my riffraff (especially my longer riffraff). And the cherry goes to each ‘like’, ‘clap’, ‘share’ and/or emoji my stories and poems have been awarded. Thank you.
Now, having said that, let me follow up with a joke and a pitch.
The joke: An MMA fighter walks into a bar/library. Four assholes get tossed out. Get it? No?
Well…here’s the pitch: to find out what happened inside this bar/library (and get the joke), please download issue number 39 of The Literary Hatchet, featuring my short story, The Four Horsemen, for free, at https://lizzieandrewborden.com/HatchetOnline/LiteraryHatchet/product/literary-hatchet-39-double-issue. In addition, this issue also contains a poem I wrote about the countless (and stinging) rejections I’ve received (and keep receiving). Did I mention that it’s free? Well, it is…till the next issue comes out.
Once again…thank you all.)
—J. Marquez Jr.
Bio: Some of the works of J. Marquez Jr. are sprinkled in recent issues of The Literary Hatchet and, here, On The Yard: Crime Blog. Most, however, are stashed inside a plastic dust-covered container shoved away in the corner of the attic of his residence near Los Angeles. After being trapped in the belly of a giant fish, J. Marquez Jr. is determined to spread his riffraff and nonsense throughout the streets of Nineveh.
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