The lump on his head which he had named after his mother’s mother
Would ooze puss and spend hours conjugating verbs of recessive allele
He had his favorite nicknames for it just as he had given to other body parts
His penis and his alter penis both of which had come within inches
Of being surgically removed shortly after his mother had given birth
Were his closest allies in his attempt to claim an independent identity
His father who later abandoned the family insisted upon naming it a boy
Even though his mother’s maternal instincts suggested it was her little girl
So mother called it Chloe and his dad named it Duke
They were the conjoined twins of his empty trousers of pink and blue
Where they spent many hours cuddled by his lonely palms
And it was if in an act of desperation they learned the art of being one
Both were quite the conversationalist not to mention fluent in sexual innuendos
Poetry flowed from this cross dressers brain like cascades of rum or gin on the rocks
Influenced by Dylan and the sparkle of his limited edition Hohner harmonica
He had learned to interpret the lyricist and lovers as covered by Neil Young
In another re-release of an upcoming new album
However, lacking originality he succeeded in committing suicide later in life
And as fate would have it
It was there in Purgatory where he reunited with his father who had undergone
His own gender reassignment before later deciding to off himself
It is said they formed a group and you can hear them play
If you can adjust your head to the higher power and frequency
Of loving your creator and abandoning your narcissistic ways
Sweet Jesus what a voice those boys have found…..
2007 © T Sheridan
Ted Sheridan
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