Summer had begunthat thing he didnt
havedidnt remember he didnt because he
was busy humpingchasing down jobs that would pay for things he wanted that his
parents said explicitly they werent going to buy for him
things he wanted werent exorbitant he was
a kid
he did want pairs of loud bellbottoms to embraceto own his sliver of the psychedelic60s as best a
thirteenyearold could
he showed them his mom
Ohno, those
aren’t pants you should wear to school; they’re too loud, too audacious.
she could use words like
audacious because reading informed his vocabulary he read slowly at a college level with an comparative
comprehension
booksll
do that to you
anif she was opposed to the pants his father would be too dont
look to split forces not these two but if he bought themrode his bike to Sears
& Roebuck at the Golf Mill Shopping Center fifteen miles away spent his money they hadnt shit to say
such is the villainy and
coercion of parents
he sidestepped their strategy
he afforded the clothing and books
and things he wanted and they hadnt a damn
thing to say about it they could grousethey
did But lemme see Nope didnt
make a damn bit of difference to him
thinking about it now his parents were seedbed for his
confrontational nature seed for his early
selfawareness his defiance of anything or any attempt to force him down roads
he wasnt going Over my dead body
he knew death
he kissed goodbye
forever in their coffins more aunts and uncles and older cousins than he might care
to admit he was part of a huge Polish
family sixtysix cousins television obviously didnt hold an allure
that bested sex What
do you wanna do? I don’t know, what do you wanna do? Me? I wanna do you. Deal.
Summer had began
as he walked and read Thin Air
some schoolkids pushed up on the chainlink fence that incarcerated them and
called to him
one voice in particularly irked
him Hey, man! Nice Trader Joe’s bag!
he didnt lift his eyes
hed had it with morons
Ohmy he said It can read
hed had it bigmouths mealymouthed
boys too big for their britches
he was in no mood EVER to cut them any
slack
going around the corner at the
end of the blockaround the long chainlink fence along the incarceration
another boy a pitiful boy bouncing a red rubber playground ball started
with him
Hey, mister! Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi!
keeping cadence
with the hollow sound of the bouncing ball
Wha was this Summer school for
the Bored? for Morons?
seemed to him Americas raising a real sharp incisive infrastructure
fortunately hed be dead before they
rose to prominence
unfortunately current
circumstances are just their underpinningstheir windowdressing
1416, Thursday,
13 6. 19
1343, Twosday,
18 6. 19
Ghostpoet No Subject, No Surrender https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1M0My_Bdaw4
Freak
Show https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUnqfB8PfzA
