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wife's uncle the jackass
unknown

waving his blackberry
 1
and hundred-dollar cigars
 2
while whithering us
 3
with vapid stories
 4
of steak dinners
 5
with ceo’s
 6
and state senators.
 7
 
 
i'd like nothing more
 8
than burying my knuckles
 9
in his temple,
 10
 
 
or at the very least
 11
pointing out
 12
his nullity
 13
in the grand scheme.
 14
 
 
but today
 15
my newborn son
 16
is on my knee.
 17
 
 
ten years back
 18
before i'd met my wife
 19
rod’s only son
 20
joshua
 21
was nine months old
 22
when brain cancer
 23
ate him up
 24
in less than one month.
 25
 
 
since the birth of my son
 26
i can't even look
 27
at an infant’s obituary,
 28
let alone imagine
 29
how that kind of blow
 30
would run through me.
 31
 
 
it could very well turn me
 32
into a pompous
 33
money-maker.  but i have the idea
 34
it would be too much,
 35
and i'd go too.
 36
 
 
 
 
i take my son inside
 37
to my wife.
 38
 
 
go back out
 39
and accept
 40
one of rod's
 41
cigars.
 42
 
 
i role it
 43
in my fingers.
 44
 
 
we are guaranteed
 45
nothing.  i accept that
 46
as fact.  but the flesh
 47
trickles hope
 48
into our cold
 49
logic.
 50
 
 
i puff a broken smoke ring
 51
and ask him
 52
please tell me again
 53
how you eagled
 54
that dog-leg left
 55
while playing thirty-six
 56
with the county attorney
 57
and news anchor
 58
from channel five.
 59

27 Apr 07


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Seriously, I now identify this as being written by "the unknown who doesn't know the difference between roll and role."  This is the third "unknown" poem in a week with that problem.  On a roll -- of dice, ROLLing DICE -- he is "on a roll," not "on a role."

Oh, except this time it is ROLEing a cigar.
 — unknown

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