Pony Boy's Angel: Son of a Preacher Man (poem) by Sage Sweetwater on AuthorsDen

Pony Boy's Angel: Son of a Preacher Man
by Sage Sweetwater → (All Poetry by Sage Sweetwater)
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Sweetwater in Hollywood film promotion. Tribute to 9/11, Dean Martin, Sammy Davis Jr. Frank Sinatra, and George Hamilton. Poetry that sells!

the only boy who could ever teach me anything was the son of a preacher man, Bobby John Jack in the alley sittin' hard in the cadillac, Dusty Springfield blastin' from the leopard deck, speakers in back, the only boy who could ever teach me anything was the son of a preacher man, "can you get away tonight Pony Boy?" Bobby John Jack asked, lurin' me to bite. "might." looking down to see how much he'd grown, leather gear strapped around his muscled rear, son of a preacher man, he's queer, "tonight, Bobby John Jack." I walked away slow so his coconut suntan oil didn't fade, took out my silver Zorro, the gay blade and cut the air, I had it made, elevator took me up to floor 22 Asian, African, German, Jew, some gay, some straight too, don't think I made it, heard the plane hit the tower, God! We're dyin' forgive our sins, black smoke inferno, terrorists in power, "not tonight, Pony Boy." Bobby John Jack planted me a memorial flower, the only boy who could ever teach me anything was the son of a preacher man... Pony Boy's Angel Pony Boy, who did you love on earth when you were running with that brat pack... Wasn't Sammy or Dean Martin, was the olives in the cocktail of Bobby John Jack... Pony Boy, was Bobby John Jack a singer... Nope...Bobby John Jack was the son of a preacher man, a playwright gay swinger... Pony Boy, what color of eyes did Bobby John Jack have... Sinatra Blue, the shade one sees just before the plane hit the tower and dies... Pony Boy, what have you learned in your earth life... The son of a preacher man was the only boy who could ever teach me anything, sharp as Zorro, the gay blade, my knife, I learned how to act like George Hamilton, my dreams went up in smoke, tan lines instantly to burnt flight toast... Pony Boy, what date do you want to start your gay angel internship... September 11, 2013, twelve years I have been gone, I looked out the 22nd floor tower window just before and saw Bobby John Jack's quivering lip...he saw the plane and prayed like a preacher man's son... Pony Boy, I put my finger in this Holy water, you have been baptized and assigned your wings, heaven is free of bigotry, Go bring your boys OUT... Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take...but rather... by the moments that take our breath away... Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, Celebrity firebrand lesbian novelist