O'Bob you took a Buddhist vow of silence
When JFK went to his eternal sleep
You regained yr voice when we were out of 'Nam
Reciting yr poems with a Bronze lyre
Thru the streets of San Francisco
I am sorry that I couldn't have been there
Because I was the hostage of a schizophrenic father
And a dominating mother
Who thought I was quite insane
Now, I have to take care of one
Since the other has perished
As I am still trapped in this suburban jail compound
Writing for my freedom from bourgeois values
That tied me in chains
I will escape; making love to everybody
Magnificent verse, LeeAnn. I'm reminded of Sylvia Plath....I can almost hear her voice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bourgeois and suburban jail' yeahh fab and interesting way you aptly describe it. Kudos for a superb great poem.! Plz do read and comment my newest poem too, titled, ' miraculous birds seen in sacred sanctuary'