Pocketbook
Transformational intercepts,
messages to the brain.
Time babe, it's time,
to take a next step.
change the bulb
to a higher power.
100 watts insufficient to light
the forward motion of a
Great Leap Forward,
like in a prior writ, when,
limitation awareness
was a borderline crossed.
Like learning to walk without tottering;
We probably don't know we passed a line,
invisible to ourselves,
but all clear to everybody else,
on that special day, one,
that just came and went:
when you could no longer leave home
without a pocketbook
We were accessorized with body parts
most useful to make our way thru life,
but our exterior-designer
neglected to provide pockets knowing
full well that fashion acessorizing
was more that just a way to carry tools;
Individuation, maturation, needed,
a way to communicate I've arrived
Ain't no child no more,
double negatives
a thing of the past,
cause once you leave the
comfort of the abode with
handbag corpuscles inhaled,
from that day onwards,
you could no longer:
Walk these feminine streets,
leave home,
without a pocketbook,
Judgement day becomes
Every day, nowadays, so,
when from the cave you emerge,
and face the world:
Gonna need what ya gonna need,
to negotiate the way through,
don't matter what's
inside your handbag
or your head,
if you are eight or
eighty eight,
you know,
you believe, you need
in handbags,
as much as you believe in god
I am incomplete,
my body undressed for all to observe
If I walk down the street
after that day,
that came and went,
when you could no longer
leave home without a pocketbook
Amusing ditty,
nah that's not my speed,
this is a treatise on
serious matters,
when changes in our lives occur,
when we earn a stripe on our sleeves
Pilgrim progress to
a feeling of vive la difference!
who I am is not who I was,
awoken from a previous dream,
marks on my body will come,
some wanted,
some unwanted,
some happily dismissed
like the curse of braces
Free at last,
free at last to forget
a painful child's past,
sometime it's losing,
sometimes it's adding on,
but for sure, the day I changed,
was the day,
when you could
no longer leave home
without a pocketbook
Oh boys,
don't think you are excluded
from this rite de passage,
I'm one of you and I know
what we kept secreted
in our over stuffed wallets.
Ain't referring to our student org. card
or the emergency folded twenty
Dad gave you in case,
somehow you got
on the wrong bus and
ended up on the
wrong side of town
where bad things
could be found,
somewhat more easily.
Like the comic book store,
next door to the tattoo parlor,
next to where the
Nice Jewish Boys
where never supposed to go,
and the Stars of David and crosses
were removed discreetly prior to arrival,
like Portnoy foretold in
Technicolor detail.
I know you well recall
that bar mitzvah party, school dance,
When the bottles fell to the floor
unbroken, spinning, pointing to you,
When you realized it was that day,
When you could no longer
leave home without a wallet
Times they don't change
all that much,
and pocketbooks now called
Handbags I am told,
and year old babies play
with iPads like they were
born knowing how!
but I ain't impressed that much,
cause I know that it may
come sooner as the world changes,
there still, always be,
a day of painful,
transformational,
generational passing,
when indelible, invisible
birthmarks somehow
became both visible and erased.
Though they may
come different ways than they use to,
in case new parents need guidance,
**It is still that day when
their little girl,
can no longer leave home
without a pocketbook
An oldie, when I wrote longer than long poems
