It Was Meant To Be an Ode When It Began

Homely

All the other one hit wonders of his era know him.
Walls with photos of the walls with gold records.

First it was frozen mist, then sleet and freezing rain.
Snow made that a fairy tale. Now it’s a drop cloth.

My brother has a dog so old…How old is the dog?
In obedience school he beat erasers with his tail.

With my father’s square jaw and my mother’s pores,
the saddest part is that it could have been worse.

He wants her to leave her husband for him. Calls her
gold digger and cries when she turns him down.

Things not meant to pass the test of time: pears,
mobile homes, prizes from gum machines, skin.

 

 

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