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Childhood linoleum

I remember sitting on ugly furniture.
Smooth, leather-like, durable, it was
A collection of a clear Caribbean taste,
Brighter and more colorful than
My tiny bedroom encased in brown paneling.

I remember my black vinyl childhood self
Go-go dancing in the living room
With abdominal pains,
Wearing black paisley lederhosen,
Face down on the flooring
Like a dog on linoleum,
Less constrained,
Pain of salvation still seared
Deep into my memory.

You might remember
The plain homesick poet,
The diamond in the ordinary,
Influenced by a magic pastor's widow,
Tumble yellow spinach every day,
Six thousand pages of manuscripts
And an extensive file to fill the hours.

You might recall a change of seasons,
The half-life of the journey of a thousand miles,
Better than vague memories of
What passes for a first love
Out of your control.
Today, you're most likely to hear
A subtle idiom, breathed. And understood.

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cwmackowski
Dec. 29th, 2009 02:47 am (UTC)
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
patrick_vecchio
Dec. 29th, 2009 02:58 am (UTC)
Never underestimate the power of pizza and good conversation with a friend.
nodressrehersal
Dec. 29th, 2009 03:07 am (UTC)
"the diamond in the ordinary" - love it!
patrick_vecchio
Dec. 29th, 2009 03:08 am (UTC)
Wish I'd written it.
callioperato
Dec. 29th, 2009 05:35 am (UTC)
"I remember my black vinyl childhood self
Go-go dancing in the living room
With abdominal pains,
Wearing black paisley lederhosen"

^ me, too.
inkling7
Dec. 29th, 2009 01:44 pm (UTC)
literally LOL at "wearing black paisley lederhosen"--never thought I'd see "lederhosen" in a poem.
patrick_vecchio
Dec. 29th, 2009 01:52 pm (UTC)
Thanks, Sara. A day I make somebody laugh is a good day.
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