1969 MY FIRST GRADE FIELD TRIP TO ABRAHAM LINCOLN HOME SPRINGFIELD ILLINOIS TOMB MY FIRST GRADE CLASS CHIOR WAS INVITED TO SING CIVIL RIGHTS HYMNS MARIAN ANDERSEN HYMNS SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE A MOTHERLESS CHILD THIS WAS AFTER MARTIN LUTHER KING ASSASSINATION SADLY MY IMPOSTER JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY MY STALKER MY IDENTITY ATTEMPTED TO IMPERSONATE ME AFTER BREAKING IN MY HOME FOR GARGANO EXPOSED TO PARTS OF MY MENTAL HEALTH JOURNAL GROWING IN CHICAGO DURING CIVIL RIGHTS RIOTS FIRST GRADE MY IMPOSTER WAS ACTUALLY BORN IN 1969 I WAS IN FIRST GRADE SINGING MY HEART OUT FOR FREEDOM IN AMERICA NO WAY A JAMAICAN STALKER COULD POSSIBLY BE ME I WAS SHOCKED AT HER GAUL HER OBSESSIONAL HATRED RAGE FOR ME AS A WRITER THIS BEGAN HER IMPERSONATING ME
Categories:
springfield, allah,
Form: Naat
Citing cats some immigrants ate
Was his weirdest part of debate
While this barbecue
Could ignite a few
It won't make America great
He's mired with the syndrome Tourette's
The point he should make--Trump forgets!
Supporters have pain
That his tired dead brain
Is consumed by those eating pets
Categories:
springfield, food, humor, mental illness,
Form: Limerick
The street lights blink yellow and red,
No traffic to stop,
Cars are parked,
Shops are closed,
All is quiet,
All is still.
The wind sweet and warm,
Conceals all the unsatisfied desires,
The pain, the sadness,
And infuses hope
In the new day awaiting.
The moon, the trees,
The sound of sleep in the air,
The dark sky, the presence of God
And my loud thoughts,
Sit with me on my drive on Springfield Avenue.
As I drive,
Images of what I know:
My parents’ unexpected hug,
Toffee, chocolate pudding,
The smell of grass just cut,
The swings, the fireworks,
My grandmother’s stories,
Of an Italian blue sky;
My aunt’s lost love,
My father’s dreams,
Me at 9 on that plane
To a different life.
My first crush,
The day in that church
When I said yes
But felt no;
Me at 26 on a plane again
to a new life.
My first love,
The greatness of it,
The pain of having to
Leave it behind.
Images of my cousin,
Standing at the alter,
His love in her eyes,
And on her brother’s face,
My grandfather’s smile.
I drive, drive, and drive;
Drive away from the angst inside,
Drive hoping for more images,
Drive away from all these images,
Drive to remember, drive to forget.
Categories:
springfield, angst, lonely,
Form: Free verse