fanniesson - Poems

They were a thing for a while,
the ice cream man and aunt Fanny.
My aunt who came for supper one Sunday,
when I was a kid and stood twenty-seven years
...

My old man was never around,
for one reason or another,
and neither was my mother
when you get right down to it,
...

The new pups pee all over the house.
I would've bet anything, by now they'd be sold,
and I'd be well on my way to stage two
of this venture.
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They never kissed
my sister brother or me,
nor did I ever see them
kiss one another.
...

I am what I am.
Not the best, and certainly
not the worse.
Stuck in the middle, or hiding there,
...

Now as bald as God could make you,
for no other reason than
the genetics of male pattern baldness
I remember with fondness,
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I went back;
to her Chinese takeout,
Domino's Pizza suppers.
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I am my father hairy ears and all,
listening to music heard only on
one radio station, rarely seen
out of blue work clothes,
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Never went the extra mile
for that pat on the back,
better grade in school,
something extra in my paycheck.
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Let me pat myself on the back
before it's too late,
for doing a good job.
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