A.j. Binash

Rookie - 44 Points (04-20-1988 / Dodgeville WI)

Testing The Pride Involved in Growing Up

When a boy makes the conscious decision to embrace man-hood,
He rolls the tube-sock off his impotence
And explains suicide to a Plastic Father.

All the while admiring song-birds,
That murder traffic noise
By attacking the source.
Impacting their rostrums
Into synthetic rubber.
Then separating the tear
By projecting 4x4 timing
Into a hollow tire.

As the rubber vibrates,
Plastic Fathers
Rest their bottoms
On decorated tread.

He will gesture for the boy
To stand by him.
While rubbing plastic fingers
Along a second-hand jawline,
"Son, you have explained suicide
Quite well...but don't smoke cigarettes."
To which the boy replies:
"Why not? "
And this is the last instance
Of whining
Before man-hood.

Because a proper Plastic Father
Will proceed to grasp the boy's wrist.
Raise it above
The boy's arching brow.

Then he will place his nose
Into the boy's perspiring armpit
And smell the puberty.

As if he were speaking
Into a hollow space,
He will say:
"Because boys stink!
Don't cover yr natural pheromones with death.
Life will do that for you."

Submitted: Sunday, July 20, 2014

Topic of this poem: life

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