Born in nineteen thirty five
To reside at "Tick Tock park"
A whole life marred by damaged lungs
Yet, gracious was his heart
Known to his friends as Ginger
This man of arduous health
He possessed an ever-cheery smile
Wit and intellect his wealth
Passionate was he for art
Racehorses, jazz, the Goons
And chrysanthemum had more value
Than mankind racing for the moon
With his water colour paintings
He tried to leave his mark
But alas his dreams were halted
For no mercy has the dark
Of the protagonist of this ode
I shall say only this
My father was a brilliant man
Who I shall always miss
Did you know,
They told you
That people were made of star-dust?
You reminded them you knew the composition
Of your molecules
Your carbon sitting in your bones like blue marrow
They reminded you of lotus moths
And the horseshoe crabs you found on your birthday
Cause you're the East Coast baby
With your West Coast dreams
And she's on the TV
Your China queen.
I just love being Ginger.
The boys at school, they shouted,
“Hey darlin', geez a peek!”
I wondered what they wanted,
A sneak , a glimpse.
They must have meant my tiny ears.
At least that’s what I thought.
With the same question
Sleeping in the harbor
Right beside you
In the subconscious
Exhaustion slams on the breaks
Running on fumes
Check gas gauges
Blow past the yellow lights
But there’s not too much distance
Veering into your shoulder
Your’re off your head
The prime meridian
And the equator
Follow your fancies
Holding the final sum for ransom
We’re shivering around two candles
I hate this on street parking curfew
I keep getting up to check
To see that some quota filling officer of the law gives me a bogus ticket