October 14, 2012

Bed of Nails



3-10-00




The expectations of a parent
                 are like nails
   held to their children's back
Held just close enough to make it
                    apparent
      what will happen if they
                        slack

Because of this
                        the kids walk fine lines
                              like tight ropes
        while bearing unnecessary pressure
        and they do this all in hopes
                                  living up to their parents'
                                       measure

They're forced into invisible molds
    (an act the parent will never admit)
       and every time the children
             do exactly what they're told
       the molds become
                           a better fit

Permanently filling shoes
                 they should only
    be trying on
  As they are served
a full plate of values
  and they don't get to leave the table 
 'til every last pea is gone

Parents allow fear
   to become the source of their love
 Never meaning it to do any harm
But there's a line between guidance
      and a helpful shove
  and when it's crossed
     there is cause for alarm

But as children are
   tucked in for the night
 their parent's
       smiles hang high overhead
  Though the kids are told
      everything will be all right
    they still feel the prick of
                nails in their bed     





October 11, 2012

Strongmen




11-1-2004

This guy I work with

“He’s a house,” as people who flit around his porch light say

A giant    like my brother, 6’6” and wide like a flag       thick like a pillar

Probably rips phones books like muscle-Ts        just to kill time

Too big for his own joints

Walks like Frankenstein’s monster

Works security here

Would’ve made a great bully

if it wasn’t for that goofy smile on his…

Might not even shave yet

Face of a little boy with a caterpillar        tickling his cavernous hand

Only this big kid is kind of dumb               you can tell

a little Lennie       and I suddenly wish my brother      was dumb

Here     this spitting image of his senior photo

is standing in front of me        grinning    like he smells candy

or a cheerleader      named Candy     and my brother    with all his brains

boxed    in a surly scowl       is sitting behind bars

he can’t bend



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