Frontier Ruckus
Surgery
I approach my coach to tell himThe anesthesia wore offAnd then a loose coughCrackles accolades in spadesFor meSo they pour us up to LaRosa MarketMaybe you meet us with the TaurusAnd you park it thereThe air is sweet with bare summer feetAnd cucumber-scented hairThe sun is wetting headsOf sweating girlsIn pretty smellsIt swells and swirlsThen wanesAnd the surgical woundIs twisted deepLike the sheets on a summer bedAnd I’m maroonedIn the summer weedsBehind Sylvan Lanes insteadAnd all the life behind Sylvan LanesIt wanes till it is deadLetras de cancionesKeego Harbor trailer parkBeneath my parents’ Upper RoomThey had one tooPet love in the sweat ofForgetful heavenly daysI got some Mackinac Island caricaturesWhere my toothy youth decaysWhen we would take Orchard Lake RoadTo the St. Mary’s FairYour first cellular phoneAnd the tone of the blown-out speakerLying supine on the pebbly asphaltElectrically whine through the trebly assaultAs the sidewalk calk, yeah the fault-linesScuff your sneakerDisposable camera printsLeaning in the doorjamb squintsThe figure of my dadAnd the body he hadWhen he was shirtless and virileHe’d drive me to intramuralOr the soccer travel fearA Chevy CavalierAnd though I was puerileMy comfort was nearI genuflect on the kindergarten rugWhere I chugged all my pure lightA clunky TV cart and the sunken eyesightA sleepy-eyed departure of a dreamNow I’m feeling like a phony up at Kerby’s Koney IslandAnd the parents tick in decadesAnd the pathos just parades its wickednessSo sadAll the love that we hadDissolves to an abyssOf summer ski-hillsWhere my newcomer skillsOnce skidded in wintrinessTill the kid crashedAnd red-faced shameIs the world’s only aimWhen my spoiled Christmas gifts got stashedI could hear strange percussionIn the depths of the concussionLike the fireworks that once splashedIn Sylvan LakeThen some pungent summer deodorantForced me to awakeTo my mother’s laugh
From Letras Mania