Mining the Memory–dVerse Poets Meeting the Bar

I Remember

my first memory, of scent ecstasy

driving by Stella D’oro factory

trying to steal, grandpa’s toupee

 first favorite word, was of course, buffet

carnival rides & silver dollars

When working men, really wore blue collars

The Beatles classic, Yellow Submarine

watered down whiskey sours and benzedrine

Double rainbows awesome colored light

Miami Beach frolicking, at midnight

A&W Root Beer, roadside stands

tasty medicine, for swollen glands

bagels with cream cheese, onions, & lox

tell-it-like-it-is, Mr. Redd Foxx

counted Three Stooges and five Marx Brothers

insane comedy, to distract mothers

being trapped, in thirty-three inch snowstorm

older days, respect and manners were the norm

fiery fireflies, in midnight moonlight

caught and bottled, with childish delight

hand over hand, climbing up towers

wishing I had some sexy superpowers

barreling fearlessly down the mountain

breaking for lunch at swank soda fountain

jumping off bridges into black water

backseat time spent with policeman’s daughter

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rats as big as cats

squirrels in the walls

growing up learning

adult protocols

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Rocky & Bullwinkle

Boris & Natasha

drooling to gulp down some

fresh grilled kielbasa

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growing up, living lakeside

I remember the sound

of all night barbecues

outside my window

I remember gentrified

property line protection

will test your mettle

hence, climbing a wall,

a tree, or a fence

may come with nasty surprises

carved in flesh, from barbed wire

parallel longitude lines down chest

running home for

medical attention

swabbed with alcohol

across my juvenile skin

a first real lesson learned

in excruciating pain,

shortly thereafter exceeded by

running over a nest of

yellow jackets with

a lawn mower

remembrances of pain

and other audacities

etched forever

in vivid memory

© ~ Randy Bell ~ 2013

Today Victoria C. Slotto has invited us to dip way back into our childhood

Mining the Memory–dVerse Poets Meeting the Bar