Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

watch my sons rise

first day at the bus stop
for twin boys becoming gentlemen

their third year of high school

nearing six feet tall
in size 10 shoes

black linen shirts
jeans with chains

lookin’ like punk tony sopranos

packin’ pens, pencils, and graphing calculators

when i consider the dark years
the doctors
the tests
the poking
psycho dissections
the concept of a dysfunctional spectrum
and the word autism

i look to the sky
where whomever is supposed
to be running this shit show
is failing at their job

and i say fuck you
fuck you life
and all the hell you had planned

have a look at my beautiful boys
beating the odds

that’s right, tough guy

watch my sons rise

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