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May 17, 2005 17:24

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines,
he wrote a poem. And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog.
And thats what it was all about.
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star. And his mother
hung it on the kitchen door and read it
to his aunts.
That was the year father Tracy took
all the kids to the zoo.
And he let them sing on the bus.
And his little sister was born.
With tiny toenails and no hair.
And his mother and father kissed a lot.
And the girl around the corner sent him
a valentine with a row of x's on it.
And he had to ask his father what the x's meant.
And his father always tucked him into bed at night
And he was always there to do it.

Once on a white piece of paper with blue lines,
He wrote a poem.
And he called it "Autumn" because
that was the name of the season.
And thats what is
was all about.
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly.
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of it's new paint.
And the kids told him that Father Tracy smoke cigars
And left butts on the pews.
And sometimes they would burn holes.
That was the year his sister got glasses.
With thick lenses and black frames.
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus.
And the kids told him why his mother and
father kissed a lot.
And his father never tucked him in bed at night.
And his father got mad, when he cried for him
to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook,
He wrote a poem.
And he called it "Innocence:A Question"
Because that was the question about his girl.
And thats what it was all about.
And his professor gave him an A
And a strange steady look.
And his mother never hung it on
the kitchen door.
Because he never showed her.
That was the year that Father Tracy died
and he forgot how the end of the
Apostles Creed went.
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch.
And his mother and father never kissed
Or even talked.
And the girl around the corner wore too
much make-up, that made him cough
when he kissed her.
But he kissed her anyway,
because that was the thing to do.
And at three AM, he tucked himself into
bed, his father snoring soundly.

Thats why on the back of a brown paper bag,
he tried another poem.
And he called it "Absolutely nothing"
Because thats what it was all about.
And he gave himself an A.
And a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door.
Because this time, he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.
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