Oct 20, 2003 20:15
i finally got this whole livejournal thingy up and poppin'. i don't have anything to say yet so i'll just post this poem that i really like.xo
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 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 toe nails and no hair.
And his mother and his father kissed a lot.
And the girl around the corner sent him a valentine with a row of x's
And he had to ask his father what the x's meant.
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it.
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn" because that was the name of the season
And that's what it 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 its new paint.
And the kids told him that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And that 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 that's 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 Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end of the Apostle's 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 makeup
that made him cough when he kissed her but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do.
And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed his father snoring loudly.
That's why on the back of a brown paper bag he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really 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 didnt think he could reach the kitchen.