Inspired by George Ella Lyon's poem Where I am From
I am from cul-de-sacs
From skinned knees and seven speed bikes
I am from the bewitching perfume of the osmanthus bloom mingling with freshly mown grass
I am from the familiar music of the bubbling creek and the cardinals song
the swish of a golf club and the thud of a soccer ball
I am from hot pavement on bare feet, the taste of honeysuckles, and reaching pine tree forests whose invisible trails and clearings became my secret empire
I am from airplanes and home cooking
From Mary and Mark
northern accents and southern hospitality
I am from "use your manners" and "Not enough month left at the end if the money"
I am from sunday school and patent leather shoes that pinch my toes
from a prayer before dinner that is carved into my brain
I am from poland
from poppyseed kuchen and kielbasa
I am from my grandmother forgetting baking soda in the bread
and then... years later, forgetting me too.
I am from my grandfather's sense of humor
and his unwavering stubbornness.
I am from too many cousins to count
from pinched cheeks and "How you've grown!"
I am from piles of unfinished photo albums
brimming with new adventures, frozen faces, and old memories
I am from the path I carved for myself with tools that my parents bestowed upon me.
Friends of mine slow dancing in a burning room
Walk this way on the table playground love,
Without you carried home.
You oughta know fall victim’s dirty little secret.
Midnight rider all I ask of you
Breathe to and fro dominated love slave.
I want it that way, get drunk and screw.
God only knows I missed the glance.
Octopus’s Garden, nicotine and gravy.
Big pimpin’ constellations from me to you.
Bricks steal my kisses and I’m crazy in love with captain jack.
Where is the love rock show buffalo soldier?
On my way to work, oops I did it again.
Sheep go to heaven Modern art gallery,
Stop in the name of love before he cheats.
Beautiful Green eyes carve your heart.
Summer skin, take it off,
Hello, I love you, listen.
Call me when you’re sober dancing
Dance do you realize?
I’ve got you under my skin over my head
Let go, bubble gum tears.
Iris and Clint Eastwood, welcome to paradise.
Rock and roll razorblade fabulous girl problems.
Collide diluted, same directions light grenades next exit.
Such great heights banana pancakes
Love song for no one stars in their eyes all my life.
I predict a riot over diamonds from Sierra Leone.
Smile like you mean it toxic girl.
My art is a misty mountain hop,
Zip locked and harder to breath.
Road less traveled is dead disco.
Black Cadillac’s with no strings attached.
Toxic spider webs, every breath you take smells like peaches.
Stop and stare wicked misery business, elevate me later.
Sleeping in little sparkee, under the bridge?
Fidelity is unfaithful; paint it black and gimme the light.
New slang mind reader I have tiny little fractures.
Afternoon delight burritos adding to the noise of what you own.
Someday my prince will come to the delirium trigger.
The war, you’re so damn hot, beat it.
Geek in the pink, I lost all my money at the cockfights.
Robot rock home to the hotel Yorba.
Kielbasa my sacrifice and learn to fly.
Smack that landslide with,
99 problems happy nation.
Red oyster cult’s radio song.
It's about Kielbasa,
This is the age.
Theres nothing better about a girl,
If she likes...
Better than fish.....
Cause I mean.
Plunk it in my duts,
Why you rough?
To be so jagged is to be cuffed,
By meat links.
Walking down the street
to get me a treat
at the hoagie fest
'cause you know they are the best
I saw some kielbasa
with some seilgasa
in a brown dish
and it was better than fish
but they were ignored
like a bored board
because hoagie fest is back
and i brought me a sack
'cause i dont wanna lack
any hoagies in my meat sack
but then i got lost
on my way
and i had to say
that it would cost
the big mayne
like any gayme
under the sea
is where i will be
in an octopusses garden
in the shade
cause pulp is gross
in all gardens
even if it hardens
katana knife blade stromboli