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Son of an Uncle ,a natural born cousin…
I wonder…Have I many of these?
Of course I have cousins that run in the dozens,
By the kin of my parents, at least.
But my other where Uncle, a summertime juggler
Who campaigns, and stilt walks at fairs
Has he any offspring? Are they grinning? or scoffing?
Inherent, or complete unaware?
Some women have lovers, and hide beneath cover
Telling their kids, “This is your 'Uncle' Sam“.
Well, they know he’s not Daddy. He drives a big Caddy,
And tomorrow he’ll be traveling’ again
His smile’s on a timer. His eyes glow inside there
To something that calls him away…
“Here’s a dime, have a pop, kid” as he leaves them to ‘drop dead’
Sailing off to some new emergent sea
Oh is there a seed
In this man of all need?
Does he ever begat that which grows?
Son of Sam
Can you hear me?
Are you like me, or near me?
I’ll bet you were never even told.
Trading friendship for treasure ,he leaves at his leisure,
Taking with him all ‘want’ to go on
His wake is a siphon that pulls down the life and
Then leaves naught a will for the spawn
You are destiny’s child now. Unclaimed birthright, and wild…
How to ever to thy own self be true?
Born of theft, misdirection, and a satyr’s erection
Mother/land… , and abused.
Wish I knew you were here…Walking by…would I hear
A heartbeat that sounds just like mine?
Would your eyes see mine smiling,… is the sameness beguiling?
Would we see, or forever be blind?
6/28/2005 10:37 pm
Are you trying to say that you have a long lost cousin running around? |
And what are the odds that this comment will stick to this post? Just this one, out of the dozen or so I have left in the past few weeks?
8/18/2005 7:39 pm
I can't get over the way you have with words....you can set a person on fire with a spark and ignite their soul....you are a poet true.|