THE KID
As a bald baby I was moved
near a reservoir to a tract house
with a garage door branded Z Z
My Grecian Formula haired father turned on
the TV and the Trix rabbit jumped
onto a box on our formica dining table
I admired Dad's mahogany console stereo
oozing music for modern lovers
Tijuana Brass Whipped Cream
And Other Delights
a vinyl sheriff's star
stuck on the front door pane
Shouted re-elect Peter Pitchess
as my auburn-coiffed mom opened
her favorite tome
Jane Dixon's astrology pulled
from the woodgrain-laminated
particleboard bookcase
I grew in evolving Polaroid pictures
smiling beside a "tree"
assembled for Christmas
Hugging my Strange Change
plastic creature maker
never thinking for a moment
I'd turn into a poet
Spouses of the Zodiac
Cancer – She had no intention
to marry, diary considered me
a “harmless lover”. I talked
her into having the baby
and getting ringed together.
She quickly found freedom.
Capricorn – She really was
a homebody, yet indulged
my desire for exhibitionism
in public places. She left
because she envisioned
a future house without me.
Libra – She was a sexy moon
in Scorpio, so she did end up
fulfilling my wish for her to
give me a daughter, but I knew
the gift was actually her mini-she.
I departed out of loneliness.
Gemini - She warned me
I might get a phone call
from the police. Otherwise
she lied about weekends
and changed her mind two
weeks before escrow closed.
Virgo – She never meant to
keep her promise of a regular
sex life. She was too damaged
by her past to be able to even
try to cohabitate with anyone,
let alone her teenage son.
Sagittarius – She's capricious,
learned to appreciate the
stability of married wife in
America when it came to
maintaining a relationship
with her single offspring.
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