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Link Details for: | Aunt Jean |
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| Link ID# | 243 |
| Link URL | http:// |
| Submited By | Kevin Vavasseur |
| Added On | Mon_Nov_21__2005 |
Description:
AUNT JEAN Bump bump Bump – Valley – Bump – valley Bump bump - valley – depression – bump Bump bump Recess – well – recess – bump valley Bump Track – curve – straight – hook hook hook hook hook White white white – fading White texture smooth texture bump bump White to grey – Grey to white grey grey – not white, not grey I focus up – that’s all I see Crunch – crunch – disintegrate – separate Dissolve dissolve tear degenerate The bones – no more The flesh – deflating The color – drained Is this what it comes to? The love, the tears, the husband, The Tal’s, the dogs, the divorce, The pool table, the friends, the jazz, The house – the bi-colored house, The reclining chair, the trumpet, the bowling ball, The elementary school, the Three Stooges, The kids, the kids, the kids, the kids, the kids, The sports, the sports, the sports, the sports – the Sunday sports The lesson plans, the teaching credential, the seventy-four streets, The El Dorado, the gun, the niece, The nephew, the other nephew, The sister, the brother-in-law, the porch, The po’ boys, the hot sauce, the high balls, The bourbon, the water, the second line, the Dooky Chase, the alma mater, The friends, the friends, the Vern, the friends, the friends, The Cross, the Fritz, the friends Is this what it comes to? Me, looking up, from a bed Twisted, broken, focused (not really) Cancer - my new best friend My lord and master My savior, my redeemer My killer, my period. So this is what years plus joy minus pain plus life divided by hope times disappointment equal…death in a room with a stranger? A morphine haze to tint the glaze? Is this where it ends? A hydraulic bed covered in plasticine wood to give it that homey glow? The hospitable hospice? And me – looking up – focused up (kind of) – at stucco? Miles and miles and miles of California stucco? Me stuck – oh! Counting bumps – miles and miles and miles of bumps Of hovering, overhead, never-ending, stucco bumps Well…. Here it is, my end…Who’d have thought? At least it’s clean. Clean for Jean. And I guess that’s enough. |
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