by Spiel
how was it they made you
feel so proud
when they addressed you as lady
directly
in your boyface
as they slapped you around
to teach you
the lesson
how to become
a man of men
because it would be
a very naughty thing
just to station a boy
out there
in the sand
where the big bangs
bang and bang-bang
all night long and
every bloody day
because a kid surely could never spot
those bang-bangs coming
and only real men are fit
to bang it back
plus they would
never dare
to ship a boy back home
in banged-up pieces
-
oh how they forget
that with your mom
they don’t have
the right
to slap her around
to teach her not
to show her face
on the 5 o’clock news
and say:
he always loved loud noise
he loved his christmas drums
he…he…is……uhh he was…my…baby boy
The Poet Spiel is a tight-wired author painting naked portraits of humankind, thin-layering its hirsute beastiness and, on rare occasion, revealing its humanity. His most recent chap, "come here cowboy: poems of war," is available from www.puddinghouse.com. For more SpielSpeak and other Spiel Info, go to his website.
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