Friday, July 27, 2012

PaleoPolish and Six

slip by happenstance,
slipped it right by the waking dream that leaves the mark
old tin of coffee
lard can full of cookies -
those chocolate cookies, you know, filled with a layer of white cream
calendar on the wall, open to April of 1963
and it has been there since April of 1963

slip by happenstance
slipped into the DNA and causes markers to pop right up
is it a picture or a clock on the wall
a picture of the son gone off to war -
the daughter who was killed in the motorcycle accident
two days after graduation
hit from behind outside the tastee-cone
/ blood and plastic everywhere /
the picture sat on the shelf for decades
looking like a clock
ticking away the same time after time

slip by happenstance
and a life changes with memories of puppets
and memories of foam-rubber skin and ping-pong ball eyes
little boys rolling red rubber balls and plastic parachute men
falling like spider webs
plastic parachute men
falling slow
look up in the sky
shield your eyes from the sun and the plastic parachute men
fall like feathers shed by a quiet bird
look up in the sky
look at the ancestors falling like plastic parachute men
falling like dew and falling like mist
like plastic parachutes
and when the first one tears you make a new one
make it from a bread bag
red, blue, and yellow polka dots give wonder
to the plastic parachute men
falling like manna from the old country

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