Maybe I’m
just waxing overly nostalgic
but I think
there is
something to be said
for the awed discovery
of puberty
when the body begins
to ripen
and the spirits
begin the ascent
to come of age
and maybe
an overly pretty arrangement
of words
will be insufficient
to fully do justice
adolescence can be like
playing Christmas music
on a sticky humid day
and beginning to realize
all the nuance and brilliance
of Bugs Bunny
which will duly convert
into evenings spent
with the collaborative efforts
of Miles Davis & Gil Evans
we’ll just accept the rest
even though
the darkness of night
blurs vision
there is still that glimmer
of moonlight and the stars
Clint Eastwood influenced
my thought way too much
and it’s becoming
painfully apparent
as I realize
there’s a little Vinnie Mack
in every one of us
and if you insist
on read my verse
as autobiography
I’ll be forced to admit
to a smidgeon of hyperbole
1-13-2000