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National Belt Time For The Bros
tell me this didn't happen
it did
lil bro and big bro are fast at it, again
two tapes, a plastic, a tennis ball, a golf ball
all batted by the bros onto the neighbors roof
across the street
bros are thinking what to do
what to do next
there's no more balls to play with
think, think
this is national past time
baseball, baseball
two outs in the ninth tie score
Kristina's looking on, blowing kisses to the both of us
she's our neighbor's daughter, when we grew up in Norway
she's fun, she's first base most of the time
bros come up with an idea
games still on
both look inside at dad's pool table
and grab a cue ball
hmm. it's white
nothings going to happen
bros say to themselves
no,no,no
oh please listen
this isn't happening, bros
your dad's recreation
where he invites all his friends for weekly pool games
no, stop
think, think ...
... the bros do think, somewhat
it's okay. dad won't know
angels, angels please zap them
stop them, stop them, please
before ...
it's too late
it's too late
big bros winding up,
leg high in the air
lil bro's in the batter's box
focusing on the sweet spot
the cue ball sails towards lil bro
a speeding bullet train
he swings with all his might, misses
big bros won, big bros won
hands high above in the air
oh, oh
there's a glass shattering sound
hands sadly sagging low now
see i told you
both bros look at the hole in the window
double panes of glass laughing at their youth
Kristina runs home, smart
both bros look at each other;
tears running down their faces
it's too late bros
thinking the obvious,
what were we thinking
yet in the heat of the moment
it was baseball
national pastime ...
until when dad arrived home ..
national past time hurt
let me tell you, let me tell you
it hurt the sweet spot
connie pachecho
2/17/17
brothers we be, brother we be free
brothers we be
brother we be free
me and lil bro would have these sword fights
yelling fight to our deaths
yelling to the victor gets Kristina the neighbor's daughter
we were young
about ten
drawing inspiration from each other
and being heroes someday we be
we also put words in Kristina's mouth
she didn't mind, she was like us
this was back in the late 60's
in the land of the midnight sun, Norway
it was also during a time in history
of the viet nam war where these Americans were being protested against
numerous time, i remember,
the house windows being spray painted and broken
brothers we be
brother we be free
we also faced hostility from neighboring kids, much older kids
to the sword fights we go
we fought gallantry
with our little weenie sticks we would fought with so much
gallantry, so gallantry
the kind we would roast weenies and marshmallows on
we were Spartans, fighting passionately
honing our skills for these mean kids
and let me tell you those weenie sticks hurt
it hurt our backside when i sliced off mom's roses
let me tell you
brothers we be
brother we be free
we were also mischief
stealing dads cigs and liquor
sneaking out late at night to our tree forth
one time with Kristina
and let me tell those tree forts hurt our backside
let me tell you, i kid you not
especially when Kristina's dad told ours, ouch
brothers we be
brother we be free
against the neighboring kid we held our own
let me tell, me and lil bro
earning respect on the fjords
fishing, canoeing, swimming
in winter
skiing, especially long jumping and hockey
summer months playing soccer
in time we were ingratiating ourselves with the hood
let me you we did
the best was taking a hike deep into the forest one day
coming upon an inhabited cabin
breaking in, stealing some reindeer horns, girly mags
cookies and sweets
it was passage of life, it forged memories
for two brothers that grew some balls, conviction
experience growing up fast to protect their honor against the hood
but mostly, mostly
brothers we be
brother we be free
connie pachecho
1/21/17