{"id":7791,"date":"2021-06-25T12:21:29","date_gmt":"2021-06-25T11:21:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stuartpoetry.art\/?p=7791"},"modified":"2021-06-25T13:16:40","modified_gmt":"2021-06-25T12:16:40","slug":"katie-raw","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/2021\/06\/25\/katie-raw\/","title":{"rendered":"Katie Raw"},"content":{"rendered":"

Many years ago in the city of St Francis I used to arrange what could be easily termed poetry happenings (lower case mine<\/em>) these consisted of events such as triangular poetry circular poetry poetry without clothes poetry with clothes poetry orange poetry red\u00a0 poetry from the perspective of animals and a thousand more and a thousand more and a thousand more<\/p>\n

These happenings proved very popular and soon Ernest and I became quite wealthy which was slightly against our ideal<\/p>\n

Poetry for All Poetry Inclusive<\/p>\n

So quietly we funded American incursions into hostile countries usually in Central and South America<\/p>\n

The United States of America is seen by many as the greatest democracy in the world<\/p>\n

After all what is liberty without democracy<\/p>\n

My name is Ernest Hemingway – now stop here I know that I share my name with a zebra in London Zoo and an American writer who committed suicide in 1961<\/p>\n

I always blamed my parents Robert and Mary Show-Trial<\/p>\n

For their eccentric choices<\/p>\n

But they were hard working racist cops from the south<\/p>\n

The bread and butter of America as they used to say<\/p>\n

But they also named me Katie Raw<\/p>\n

Which I rather liked<\/p>\n

As I was gender fluid and saw no boundaries<\/p>\n

I loved men and women equally<\/p>\n

Katie loves Ernest – Ernest loves Katie<\/p>\n

Was painted on the side of a grocery store<\/p>\n

Which sadly is now derelict<\/p>\n

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I was born on the 29th of August 1955 aged one<\/p>\n

Although the male side of me was considerably older<\/p>\n

But this made little difference as I loved both Ernest and Katie equally<\/p>\n

Ernest died nearly sixty years ago by his own hand<\/p>\n

And I have been alone ever since although I was Sam Cooke for a while<\/p>\n

But this too ended tragically so for many years I was a zebra across the pond<\/p>\n

I was happy being a zebra but grew tired of the visitors photographing my nudity<\/p>\n

You are wearing clothes for fucks sake respect me respect my striped body<\/p>\n

I am a beautiful creature not a plastic toy that lives in its own shit<\/p>\n

In another life I was a famous writer and a California blonde<\/p>\n

On Friday the 17th of September 1973 Stephen Masefield was killed in a car crash<\/p>\n

It was then I decided to escape the confines of the zoo and change into a seagull<\/p>\n

I called myself J.L.S which I shortened to JLS as it was a hip thing to do<\/p>\n

In 60\/70s California and this is where I came in<\/p>\n

You might pass me in the street and consider me beautiful<\/p>\n

As after Sam died I decided not to age<\/p>\n

This was a committed decision<\/p>\n

I have lived many lives<\/p>\n

Rosa Parks was my favourite<\/p>\n

Followed by Betty Boo<\/p>\n

I was Atticus Finch<\/p>\n

And Mary Lou from 62<\/p>\n

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I am not as remarkable as some people think<\/p>\n

Many people have the ability to control their aging process<\/p>\n

It is all about mathematics and perfect numbers six and twenty-eight<\/p>\n

If you understand this then the journey is rather easy<\/p>\n

My parents may have been racist cops<\/p>\n

But racist cops make good mathematicians<\/p>\n

They taught me all I know and I owe them nothing<\/p>\n

And a great debt that can never be repaid<\/p>\n

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Today I am sitting naked opposite Marcel D<\/p>\n

We are playing chess<\/p>\n

The year is 1963<\/p>\n

JFK and Aldous Huxley are in the audience<\/p>\n

An invitation was sent\u00a0 to Clive Lewis<\/p>\n

But he had to cancel as a new wardrobe was being delivered<\/p>\n

I am very fond of my large breasts<\/p>\n

I think that they are my best feature<\/p>\n

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