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’55, ’56, ’57

Striking blue, wise eyes
Entered the room with a bang.
Radiating midwestern farming grace.

An octagenarian debating.
A tattoo. His first.
Body mods desired since the last century.

A football.
American oval, not International round.
Pigskin body mod from last century.
(in the old days, apprentice tattooists practiced their craft…on pigskin)

’55, ’56, ’57
Emblazoned – permanently. To remember
Glory days fading from view.
(Hurry. Once it starts it may be too late)

Fading from view in an aging minds eye.
So many clouded already, then gone.
Lost. Already.

I watched his eyes. He never tipped off what the story was.
I knew he was having a hard time making the leap.
Accepting the fact that permanence isn’t always so.
Not in the mind.

A “bucket list” thing, fear driven.
A last grab at what happenned.

He was having a hard time making the leap
To his thoughts and to his skin.
His wife was next door at the Thrift Store.

Those blue eyes said it wasn’t the permanence of the act.
It was that the moment from years ago now must be seized, documented or lost.

Out of necessity.

One hundred and fifty dollars.
“Ill be back. Meet my wife, have a bite, and then … I’ll probably be back.” He stuttered the last “probably”.

I know exactly how he feels. Assuming I remembered correctly.

I didn’t stutter.

Broadsides Redux Project-This Is A Test

This is a test of your emergency long lasting net worth.

For the next thirty days or so, your loyalty will be questioned.
Your honesty and integrity will be examined,
and all the kindness, generosity, compassion and romance
you have offered will be reviewed for
sincerity and trustworthiness.

An inspection will be done,and recommendations made related to
your security provision potential,and ability to provide.
Morals and values will be screened as well as an evaluation of
fatherhood worthiness and parental qualification as
dictated by an invisible standard, and the Deadbeat Dad scale.

This is a test-only a test. In the event of a real emergency,
possession of a penis gives you the right to remain silent.
You would be given instructions on how to proceed, as you are
abandoned and left for dead.

Silent Revenge

Tears.

Through sewn shut slits
I watch them file past.
In no particular order.
Reverent.
As never before.
Ears pinned back
Reveal their whispers of
How peaceful I look
In my waxy pallor,
Underneath the clown mask hue.
Coiffed and sprayed hair
Covers those ears.
Taking in all
those things they wish
They’d said before.
Through pasty, painted lips
I laugh an echoed chamber laugh
knowing I now had
what I’d always wanted.
Revenge, and regret spills from their eyes.
Tears.

Ode To A Mentor

Code-words and handshakes
for a secret society.
Masons not so free
sit Indian styled
around campfires
of worship singing Kumbayah.

Bring a moving target,
a sacrificial lamb to
prove our God-ness.
Circle jerks and sucking
literary cock may be justified.
Learning, is not if it forms the wrong opinion.

However, knowledge and talent
exemplary, and obvious, is so worthy
of being shared amongst friends.
After the vote is taken, recounts will be
handled by the public with numbers stacked.

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