Lindsey Cabour (Performance Piece)

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I wrote this piece when I was a senior in high school. I'm a soph in college, so it was 2 years ago. More spoken word than poetry.




Part I-
The time Lindsey referred to Woody Allen
As a hymie slime ball
My train of thought stymied
And when its engine started again
The tracks my train of thought chugged along
Were bent and dilapidated
Realized that when in school Lindsey must have
Dismissed MLK lectures as sappy liberal propaganda
When I spoke to her after that incident
It was as if I was speaking to her on my cell phone
From under a tunnel
Our relationship plummeted to the ground
At the same speed
Like two quarters dropped from the same distance
One hits heads
Other tails
We were a couple of opposites attracted to each other
Our opposite traits now opposed one another
I trusted her
Kind of like how Dick Cheney trusted his daughter
When she told him she was a heterosexual
After the Woody Allen fiasco
In the school hallway
My foot stumbled over the other
Fell into serendipity gone sadistic
That had the appearance of smooth brown shampooed hair
Eyes glaring
Smile subsiding
Suddenly I had my hand drenched in her hair
What intentions she mentioned through her
Searing facial expressions
I didn’t care
Stared at her face
Flashed her a quirky smirk
She stuck her hands in my shirt
Massaged my queasy stomach
Held her bulimic figure covered in frizzy cotton sweater,
Black and white checkered skirt, $200 perfume and all
Stubble slathered across her
Lathered cheeks
My chin was akin to her scented neck
My head bent in awkwardness.
As I rested it on her shoulder
The gentle movement of her palms
Up and down my hunched back calmed me down

At the same time I was tense
Her elongated nails
Dug into my spinal chord
With me clutched in her arms
She slowly stepped backwards
Until we slid through a swinging door
I find that I’m in a room with
Tiled pink walls
Soon enough, she was sitting on the sink counter
Serving me a large helping of Max Factor
Tasted the rustic metal of her fillings
But the way her lips caressed
My nerves was of top billing
Got distracted
My hands were stuck somewhere
When I looked down I discovered
My hands accidentally got entangled in her fishnets
Golden anklet jangling
Stilettos dangling
Heard her shoes shuffle against her feet
As they dropped to the ground
The static on her sweater shocked my cheeks
As it floated downward toward the floor tiles
The humidity of our body temperature reached its peak
The door slowly creaked open
As two Men in white sheets and hoods made
Their appearance

Part II:
Smile dialed down to a frown
Men in white sheets made a tight
Circle around us
Looked up in fright
At the sight of pointed hoods.
“What did I tell you to do
with the k*e?”
The overweight leader of the group piped
In desperation to please the congregation of
Confederate ghost
Lindsey sunk her teeth
Into my left cheek
Until blood leaked
And streaked down onto
Both of our shirts
The leader yanked from her neck
The ascension cross she cherished from the naïve age four
Pushed her aside
She collided head on with a hand dryer
She held her cracked head
As it gushed of blood and tears
She said loudly
“I hate myself for saying this, but I love you, you dirty, sweet Je…I love you!”
I heard her. Said to her, Get the police in slurred words
Then the strangling occurred
As the air of which contained no oxygen
Impaired my conciousness
I asked myself “Where was the principal?”
An alarm sounded.
The Klansmen were astounded
Discarded their blood and fingerprint soak sheets
And fleeted from the building
Right before the Police pounded down the door
Crawled over to Lindsey
Grabbed her frail hands
And squeezed them firmly but gently
She stared at me, filled with glee and agony
Glee cause I didn’t get killed
Agony cause she was responsible
For turning warm thick cherry juice
Into cold, tomato soup

Onto a bathroom floor
I rubbed my nose against
Her cold, blood smeared cheeks
We both began to weep
We noticed that as we cried
Our tears seeped together
Felt her heart rate slow down
Our Frowns changed from upside down
To a serious look in our eyes
She stared at me
Stroking my hair
I did care about
The Intentions she mentioned
Through her regretful
Facial expressions
“Lindsey Cabour
Mi Amor
I abhor
I’ll never despise
No more
As long as you realize
I am different.
Lindsey nodded in content
“I’m sorry. I never want to worry
As she cried once again in frustration
I kissed her
Her just then contorted face
Was elated
She stated
“All I can say is I love you!”
Police busted down the door
We held each other on the blood soaked floor
In the record store
And anywhere else more
Lindsey Cabour
I did abhor
Once she lost her ignorance
Her I could only adore
And now she truly did love me.