By J.J. Tindall
MY DAD WAS A BONG-HEAD IN COLLEGE
“Live Rust.” That
was the giveaway:
I found his records
In the barn,
And I began to understand more deeply
My mother’s
Sense of
Humor.
It all came to me
In a flash:
Dad
Was a bong-head
In
College.
I actually looked
For seeds
And shake
In the spine.
I’d previously taken
My mother’s surprising, almost shocking, if slightly muted,
Support for legalizing
ALL drugs and letting a Federal Bureaucracy do its magic and run the whole thing into
The
Ground, once and for all.
Wow! A lot of that
Was pure bullshit!
Just to fuck
With Dad!
Wow!
Awesome.
Mother! What a clue
She had!
Very sophisticated, I’m thinking
Now. Well: for a
Girl.
–
J. J. Tindall is the Beachwood’s poet-in-residence. He can reached at jjtindall@yahoo.com. Chicagoetry is a collection-in-progress.
Posted on July 27, 2007