What does the man say when he wears a gold lamé ballcap Afraid to commit to the grilled cheese Straddling the picnic bench, belly Dipping over the side of the khaki dickie pool Kelly green polo straight out of the preppie handbook Taking the cover band in while wondering About the waist we all tighten as we age as we age Alas, here we go, the process just a subway car We need to hop on as it passes through our stop Our beards finding themselves in salt and pepper Seasoned just enough for that someone Who’d been at the bar alone with her flight Hopping from one town to another. Make a wish, Baby, I want to say smooth like butter But smother out a “bake a dish, lady” And find myself in a gold lamé hat Straddling the bench “Not another grilled cheese?” Says Tommy. “Shut up Tommy, Go back to your pinball, machine, let me be uncommital To life beyond this ballcap that says something...
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And what is there to say in the life beyond… what we don’t have now… or never will have then…. when is our time to breathe and be free………..
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A very disquieting poem, that gold lame ball cap in particular.
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The subject of the poem was even more disquieting…
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Yes . . .
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Like Tommy Walker, a “deaf, dumb and blind” boy portrayed in the rock opera “Tommy”, we learn to overcome.
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Exactly
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