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For years I’ve tried to bury<br />
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the child in me: that last proud<br />
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barber pole I stood in front of<br />
For years I’ve tried to bury
as a boy, the new housing project,<br />
the child in me: that last proud
chain-lined walks, blacktop sweat,<br />
barber pole I stood in front of
poverty just a spelling word.<br /><br />
as a boy, the new housing project,
To rate responsibility, I’ve tried <br />
chain-lined walks, blacktop sweat,
to rid myself of selfish <br />
poverty just a spelling word.
evasion. It’s just as well<br />
To rate responsibility, I’ve tried
that I move to Nepal! <br />
to rid myself of selfish
Someone believes, someone bleeds. <br />
evasion. It’s just as well
A girl bolts screaming from bed,<br /><br />
that I move to Nepal!
her hands pathetic wild birds,<br />
Someone believes, someone bleeds.
a wooden man plods from<br />
A girl bolts screaming from bed,
the house of his single mind.<br />
her hands pathetic wild birds,
At such times, when the cover<br />
a wooden man plods from
is torn off catalog comforts<br />
the house of his single mind.
and nothing grown seems full,<br /><br />
At such times, when the cover
the child sliding head-first<br />
is torn off catalog comforts
into home, center of a good idea,<br />
and nothing grown seems full,
dustily rises, clear on the score,<br />
the child sliding head-first
and the words that passed for life<br />
into home, center of a good idea,
go in one ear and out the other,<br />
dustily rises, clear on the score,
and the words that passed for life
go in one ear and out the other,
a naughty habit never broken.
a naughty habit never broken.
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Latest revision as of 09:52, 3 March 2021

« The Mailer Review • Volume 13 Number 1 • 2019 »
Written by
Sal Cetrano
URL: http://prmlr.us/mr13cet2

For years I’ve tried to bury
the child in me: that last proud
barber pole I stood in front of
as a boy, the new housing project,
chain-lined walks, blacktop sweat,
poverty just a spelling word.

To rate responsibility, I’ve tried
to rid myself of selfish
evasion. It’s just as well
that I move to Nepal!
Someone believes, someone bleeds.
A girl bolts screaming from bed,

her hands pathetic wild birds,
a wooden man plods from
the house of his single mind.
At such times, when the cover
is torn off catalog comforts
and nothing grown seems full,

the child sliding head-first
into home, center of a good idea,
dustily rises, clear on the score,
and the words that passed for life
go in one ear and out the other,
a naughty habit never broken.

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