Like many before
like many before
Building pressure of barometric mischievousness
i couldn't sleep thinking of what to put in this
this septic tank that i will share with all of you
should i rattle this fairly imbalanced and poorly
designed canister by emptying wasted thoughts
of my co-existing cohorts that i love but not always
respect
the answer came in a flash that awoke me finally and then
rain
the constant drip of unfixed gutters told me that it was
best to put my minor to major exertions into prose or poetry
to fictionalize my life truthfully and not to mention any names or change them
when i felt it impossible to leave an interaction out
for all those who missed my earlier rantings
well that is what they were and nothing more
what will follow will hopefully not be hollow
most of it will be of my unpublished work
which is all of it
some of it will be of long ago like photos in a closet i will
pull them out and expose them to you like a madman in an overcoat
in a parking lot except for i will be the parking lot
just don't run over my face
Day 1:
Return
Smoking against the cold wind that battered
the cancerous curls amongst the thick grey
Of the day when a car passed splashing slush
Upon my boots melting the ankle deep snow
Northern gravy on southern biscuits
Thoughts of home and my imminent return
To a place that seemed as foreign as Pluto
Yet much warmer in climate not in memory
crossed my mind as I crossed the street
Readied my wife and began again to begin again
Upon arriving I couldn't wait to see my youthful haunts:
Brock's where my brother stole a porn mag,
But was distraught to find out they no longer
Carried such male distractions from the obedience of
God and marriage, such I guess was my twins legacy;
White Stores where I took target practice on their sign
Stole many a worthless toy and ate endless potato wedges
Only to find out now they are gone due to the long over due
Effects of racial equality; Newport Dry Goods whereupon I
Got a nice brown jacket only to be stolen later as an emblem
To my problematic adolescents provoking the burden
Of years searching every corner of countless northern
Thrift shops only to discover what I always knew but did not
Accept until now, as being the consilient albeit conspectus truth
If you cant find what you are looking for, then stop looking...