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  DONNA QUESINBERRY (06/05/1957)
 
 
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  13.     

Chalk Lines-Edited

Running Mason-Dixon chalk lines


delivered Blue-educated grey
Antietam
Gettysburg
Vicksburg
then Shiloh


delivered grey, educated blue
sputtered folklored guitar ballads
under family headstoned monuments

vacations
flew
North
then South

Accents flared
out-of-towner
badges
of hellos'
goodbye's

the battle restored my soul.
 
Donna Quesinberry
   
 

   
   
 

  14.     

Chalk Lines-Original

Running Mason-Dixon chalk lines
Delivered Blue-Educated Grey.
Antietam to Gettysburg to Vicksburg to Shiloh.
Delivered Grey, Educated Blue.

Sputtered folklored guitar ballads
under family headstones.

Vacations flew

North
then south

Accents flared
like
out-of-town badges.

North:

Mafioso manors-myths
Front porch rocker deaths-then
smells of heavy coal.
Steeled iron crossing bridges-echoes
Off the rivers low below.

`cepting when Pocono rainmakers
forget to stop dancing and the floods came.

Slate Chasimed Mountains
etched left then right;
Zig-Zag's traveled deep in gorges
to buy small Italian plums
at Grandpa's rest-stop.

Bingo night over at Harper's Glen
clutching steamed vinegar
fries, running free with
no reins, nasty boys to hit.

Sidewalk street linings made of
horse tied carriage decors, corner
stepped special stools for little
girl pretend plays. Cemetery tombstoned

photo inserts from some great beyond; waiting for
electronic age special talking buttons. Prizes
strewn about, glass w/tomato juice can inside
next to plastic absolute bottle, Tonka truck and scarf.

Tea party theatres featuring howling
creature marathons; `cepting when
the Owl & the Pussycat allowed us
to enter-accidents happen.

Grablick's ice cream parlor's 51
flavors, then Nardone's Sicilian pies;
Adventure Land musement parklife.
Grandpa and Humpie's village children.

China Porcelain cups w/saucers
behind French doored glass partitions.
Fake-me-out fireplace, fad's intervention,
funny crackling log. Coal bin cellar detectives
becoming bearclawed bathtub bombers-sailors.

Piano playing western movie bells, wearing mink
muffs, fox furs showing buggy eyes. Debutante
crocheted white glove tea marmies beyond space.

South:

Plantation homelands with long
spun driveways, floating greens along
gravel gritted crackling sound bytes.
Sunshine posted at 80 degrees

in balmed dry lost its sea air. Spanish
mossed hemlocks engulfed Brent's
river trailer. Swing rope stretched
out over gatorland, jumped! Caught!
Splashes recovered, luck be a lady grins.

Sandy vistas of quick yard dashes
to navigate bur infestations, only missed
at dead runs. Palm trees gift: slivered trunks,
hiding bugs and slicing hands.

Iced tea manners from poe do creamy cooks.
How ya'll doins, those South
Carooleanyan sensations, hurled twanged rhetoric.
Night deer hunts then gator skin sales,

Just outside Charleston beach pier. Always
two living rooms, no souls in one, `cepting when
someone died or married. Lotsa colored people.
Happy camped smiles. Screened doors,

wrapping porches keeping babies safe.
Red-necked and hicked general stores w/pickup
Trucks-lotsa shotguns. Cruised main every night. One
stop light, one Sheriff. Tastee Freeze

cones licked off the top of car hoods.
Bare-footed casual, salted tanned and
bronze skins, free stylin proprieties of cool.

Home:

Yank and Rebel albums, glass
encased uniform treasures,

oohs and ahs.

After midnight troop food runners Aunts
of aid to warring factions opposed only
for reunion in this puzzle piece placement generation.

Auntie gifts:

John Wilkes Booth's getaway boat

Ulysses S. Grant's nurse.

No one's special fortune telling palmist.
 
Donna Quesinberry
   
 

   
   
 

  15.     

Gurgling And Choking His Eyes Reddened And Swollen

the deal of the century
involved a young christian
male delivering a new ride
to a man in a suit without
desire to know or care about
the overnight excursion of a
youthful soul trying to impress
the leige of quasi-corporate
types who sent him to trevail
a snowstorm with ice abounding

free of the wreak of pot lashed
youthful bliss, touting a bible
and engagement ring. he toiled
through the day to the dusk to
the darkness, nearly home
to reunite with an engagee
anxious and abundant as only

a youthful man is for the woman
or girl he professes love to. off
the road over blackened ground
and ice to air of 50 feet landing
in forest, without airbags,
suspending his brain in a torrent
of spin cycling. wrongfully treated
by 'the man.' and left to dry out

brain devoid still conscious in
a frozen land far to the north.

exalt the auto-stave the human.
 
Donna Quesinberry
   
 

   
   
 

  16.     

Mulholland's Ghostette

an obscure setting
where keystrokes
are the new reality.

Generation Y, X, or E
tripping over wires and
thornberries. in cubism.

random memes shoot
through electric waves
in fashionable rhetorical

panderings. missing the
bucket.man, that love
the infinite someone who

sequestors random emails.
did he get that one? did
he care to ReAd it. was

a smile retrieved in secret?
 
Donna Quesinberry
   
 
 
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