Marcus Clayton is an Afro-Latino writer who grew up in South Gate, CA, and holds an M.F.A. in Poetry from CSU Long Beach. He is an executive editor for Indicia Literary Journal, currently teaches English Composition at various colleges in Los Angeles, and will be starting a PhD program in Literature and Creative Writing at the University of Southern California in the fall. Some of his published work can be seen in Tahoma Literary Review, the Los Angeles Review of Books, Spry Literary Journal, and DUM DUM Zine among many others.
Black Kids Dance with Sid Vicious Before the End Credits
Ghetto blaster Boombox blasts over shoulders
the kids shadowbox to the beat of Ali
with opponent on the ropes.
This is the scene
director pans to a coffin taxi with Nancy
skin washed of blades
wedding dress with bleach
lined down the entry wound
the womb
gets the red right out.
Close up on Sid’s arm
shot with heroin up like a firework to bedazzle
the kids — an explosion that dismembers disperses
New York fog a black man tethered to a pick-up bumper
a piñata pregnant with sweets, sacrificed.
The soundtrack needs the Sunshine
Band’s “Get Down Tonight”
needs minstrel gloves electrified fingers
flail to the sounds of freedom.
The director blocks the shot to show black
skin has space to swivel hips with leather boots
chains swing on jeans
the rhythm of broken rocks
the rhythm of railroads as disco floors
illuminates when thoughts of the abandoned child
“Billy Jean” hit the toes.
The punk smiles — get a close up
the joy always escapedstolen bynever seen on
birthed by the poser punk,
feet catch ribs tempo
and the script supervisor says,
“This is the scene
where the violence breathes dies
Johnny Rotten Lydon’s dream of junky graves
erodes with unfurled kid knuckles.
batons will keep their distance from bones
as a circle pit of pogoes pry bruises
off the dance floor, and black hands guide
Gary Oldman Sid to Nancy’s taxi — her lesion dress sewn perfect,
her breath is an oxygen tank
when if the air in heaven is too thin.”
This is the scene
where the black kids
chase the punks to the promise land.
The poem is adapted from the final few minutes of the film, Sid and Nancy, where Sid Vicious dances with some black children while waiting for Nancy. He seemed euphoric, especially considering the film (based on their actual lives) revolved so heavily around their addictions and sorrow. Johnny Rotten, Sid Vicious’ former bandmate from the Sex Pistols, lambasted the scene because it was too “happy” and did not blend well with the punk aesthetic. Being half black and growing up listening to punk music, I found the scene powerful as it destroyed the image of the violent punk and the thuggish black person — it showed that the stereotypes of criminality were truly nonexistent in these bodies, hence the crossed-out words being violent connotations. In brief, it is a celebration of joy, found within two cultures that I share, when outsiders would not normally see joy to be had.