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Showing posts with label Growing Up. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Growing Up. Show all posts

Thursday, April 5, 2012

I Alone, Take Thee Aeroplane

Can I really just pick up a bag and leave like that?
For I still mourn over the forlorn image formed.

It was a dream of me in the aeroplane over the sea,
leaning over to meet the mouth of the Shoal,
effectively kissing everyone I know goodbye,
while placing out a welcome mat on the ocean floor.

Welcome me fear, for I must frighten myself sometimes.

--Dr. Pen Name

Monday, March 26, 2012

Dee Dee & the Brosephs

Pop-bottle bowling pins in place of the norm,
with basketball substitutes for three-holed marble
post-school pre-sleep tools of amusement to occupy our youthful minds
while left in Deidre's care, who in her unjust adultification
did the very best she could

--Preston

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Capture The Flag

As I sit in the woods that are too damp to burn,
where they jail me and W.C. as child's play,
I revisit the breath of the afterthought ashes,
in the womb of the urn.

I shall pay them their final wishes and sprinkle them,
high from Chicago's skyline,
into the stage fright of the youth who fear protocol.

--Dr. Pen Name

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Dinosaur Pillow

While my predicaments lay void in envelopes,
I need something prehistoric to rest the history in my head,
and some purple splashes with dashes-of-kind-green-yellow.

This is your room,
where we now market its past with celebratory loopholes,
and lavish sediment in polka dot pupils,
as they forget the color of my eyes.

--Dr. Pen Name

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Be Still And Know That I Am An Application

My Presbyterian days of yore
christened my stomping grounds
with smaller sneaker prints that I still strive to fit
and do.

Lead by example, love,
listen to the song,
and do.

--Dr. Pen Name