| Biographical Poetry
posted September 13, 2015
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A chapter in the book To Cherish Thorns
On the Cusp At Midnight
A BRIEF AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL VIGNETTE
On the Cusp At Midnight
drunken sperm brawling down the chute
(a hero is among them)
a clever sober drive to glory
a small but determined race to victory
against all odds to be
oh those poor ovum, ovulated under duress
undulating in tortured worrisome worlds
paranoia creates a miasma
suitable for impregnators in a stupor
waiting for a genetic miracle
Dateline: San Francisco Bay
Mare Island Naval Base
(Alcatraz Island drools in envy)
January 19th, 1952
The chicken or the egg?
the Eagle, baby!
Alone and content on an unobtainable oubliette
a mountain goat of many colors
eyes the great sea said to be forbidden
he jumps and flies without wings
the wind is impressed and smiles
the water is churning indignantly
mountain goats can swim
if they want to
Ozzie claimed to be an insurance agent
(a secret duck and cover liason leaning
against a cold iron curtain ... Marilyn never
showed. Imogene Coca was on a different
chanel and Cuba was an island)
and while the cat was away
Harriet made curds and whey
and therapy would be invented in the near future
Michael was mistaken for a girl
with golden locks and bluesy eyes
it amused him
as did insanity
and various imperfections of humanity
he appeared unaffected by the pressures
attempting to cook him
(the debate steams ahead)
Dead President and yeah, yeah, yeah
promotion to omnipotent twelve-year old
leader of the pack
he appeared unaffected by the maladies
enveloping his world
(he laughs at the debate)
HIGH school wasn't for him
the crowd being stupid and he being smart
(Purple haze, war the craze, I left the maze)
yes, the girl, always the girl
things with strings
things with keys
things with valves and buttons
songs to sing
words to write
a world to mock
uninterested in assessment
and the girl, always the girl
time eliminated from the continuum
age, rules, comparisons
but the childhood, the hard life …
the family with the willies...
the effects debated still
the smiles questioned
the still waters plumbed for depth
the explosion anxiously awaited
It has to affect email@example.com
I, poet laureate of the universe,
laugh as I let off steam
and the girl, always, always, the girl
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Dad an abusive alcoholic, mother insane.
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