Manly Rites of Passage (National Poetry Writing Month)
No time to chat! Let's get down to business ...
Polo shirt hangs at a funny angle, Chest of arms logo from his elementary school practically on his shoulder. He holds out crumpled bills with head held high lips parted slightly as only the young or the innocent can.
His father's hand comes down slowly, Like a VTOL jet landing in field of eggshells a proud pat of reassurance right above that logo.
Identical tapered fades, smaller footsteps matching bigger ones he's learning how to be like daddy one cut at a time
"Little Man" By Hannibal Tabu
Let's do this again tomorrow, yes?
Playing (Music): "Where We Gotta Be" (live at Temple Bar) by Brig Feltus
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Ack ack ack ack ack! (National Poetry Writing Month
Thought I was gonna fall off, huh? It's still Tuesday, fool! Let's go!
*Hannibal slumps over*
How did I actually forget this all day? Stupid life ...
Okay ... lessee ... ooh, this came up at dinner ...
Can't learn nothing and something at the same time.
Seemingly simple sentiment for a six-year-old got wheels turning like Journey put 'em in the sky as African-influenced consciousness chafes at shackles of westernized dichotomal toggle switch.
Both/and feel more right than either/or meditation proves how much can enter empty minds but all the highfalutin' sophistry won't help bandanna'ed first grader get the point.
Tight rope of black-and-white absolutism stands in contrast to shades of gray life but satire seems serious the impossible's just out of reach and horizons seem much farther away for her. There is a deeper world than this, but it won't be tugging at her hand tonight.
I stick to the point, Tell her to pick a side and script the apology I'll owe her in her twenties.
"What did you learn in class today?" by Hannibal Tabu Moving on ...
Watching (Hulu): 24 8:00 AM-9:00 AMLabels: blame society, children, parenting, poetry, writing
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