By 12
By 12 I was
fully grown. My height was
the envy of
the short arses in
my classes. I wasn’t a
porker like
some ... I was
spared fat jokes. My level of
pituitary activity was, well,
excellent. Hormone increases were
too. Ejaculated more than
most. My secondary sex characteristics gave me
some respect. I was the first in
my class to
break their
voice. My thin mo caused awe in
the hairless. Deductive reasoning was
special. My systematic problem finding the answers to
things had triple the
different possibilities thought about, mulled, prior to
the answers being chosen. I was the king of
abstract thoughts, and that
riddled others with
confusion and
anger. It was easier for me to
manipulate abstract concepts than
concrete ones. Hours on
end I’d get lost in
idealistic contemplation of
hypotheticals until I was
clapped out
of it. I spent a lot of
time lost in
identity formation. I soaked in
everything. Long-term memory
ached. I praised daily the
elaboration added to
encoding strategies. I avoided happily interactions with
most. Opposite-peers I avoided
happily. I was
undateable.
Who decided I would live this life petite?
Who wanted me to act female sweet?
Who decided to kill animals for meat?
What would my grandpa think of a tweet?
Who figured out how to grind up wheat?
Who thought eating raw fish would be a treat?
Who clapped out the first really great beat?
Which card payer thought to cheat?
Why do birds trill and warble, not bleat?
Why do some trousers have a weird pleat?
Who named the first New York City street?
Why are our lives sometimes put on repeat?
Kitchen catastrophes,
kitty got into the closet
the cat has a key
cold cuts today
no time to cross the equator
in a clapped-out cart.
New Year beer
hob-knobbing with the cousins
from down under.
Skype skipping,
excruciating words
not napping but yapping on.
Kaleidoscopic clips of memories
auld lang syne -ing,
merry making
with the madcap amigos.
Cat nipping,
kitty got out of the closet
she got a key
in me.
I keep my left foot in the war zone
I keep my right foot in the jungle,
While I scramble for my cheerios[ 0's }
I do it bundle by bundle,
It's the year of gettin' yo' money right
and my pockets are hollow,
I've seen street soldiers fall young
so I dismiss tomorrow,
I keep my head high as look to the sky,
Everyday is like a rerun
So am I chasing a lie?,
I've been in & out of bad places
some filled with villians & shanks,
I put love inside my pistol
But it clapped out blanks,
Because we're roamin' on a cold planet
So the block are gelid,
I anylize my visions of where i'm headed,
I regret my decision & I dred it,
And I wonder will my family mourn,
will I see the Pen again
while i'm being baptized in the storm?,
In the world it's like your days go by slow,
I don't want to miss my loved ones
so I choose to retrospect
I listen to smooth music with my closed,
I think back on my days as a youth,
in the pits of the Game
I'm wondering did they teach me the truth?
Blank board we together saw
The board as colourless as a drop of rain
Weightless but with embodiment of hope
We yearned for colour and brush but didn’t see
Seeing the potential in the blank board
We made a part with earth to aid us
In giving life to that, which already has life
Taking myself as the shaman
I proceeded with the incantation of life
At first, it was a still life; with a blink, I lost it
I concentrated and behold a landscape
I clapped out of ecstasy, only to loose it after all
Twice bitten is foolish
So I hugged my heart and
Every thing was made clear
I didn’t have to conjure the art after all, we have it
As clear as blue to bee
We saw the colours, the brush and the art
We painted blue sky to show our love
The love that will live for eternity
With the birds flying as our spirit
And the flowing river filled with purple flower
In reverence to our royal ever flowing heart
And through the eyes of the moon
We are seen entangled in love
With his mouth close to mine
In a boat of fruits anchored at the centre of the river
Alas! That’s how we painted our love
I don’t have a bell to ring
Someone’s taken my dingaling
I don’t know what’s wrong
Someone has taken my dong
I don’t know why the bloody hell
I can’t seem to ring my bell
I know the batteries haven’t run out
It’s not old and clapped out
So I’m at a loss to explain
Why I’m out here in the pouring rain
Now wait a moment that’s not right
It should be visible, an LED light
Now that really is quite odd
It’s gone, some thieving little sod
Has stolen the bell push off the door
Light and all, to be seen no more
So I don’t have a bell to ring
As someone’s stolen my dingaling
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