it was humor that opened
even the toughest woman
if you got her to laugh or smile at
somethin’ you said, you were in there
when I was growin’ up,
part of bein’ a man was knowin’
how to talk to a woman
if you were datin’, you didn’t show up
at her place empty-handed either
after dabbin’ myself with English
Leather, I’d run to […]
Filed under: Alan King by akublik Date 22 May, 2008
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I hear my brother screaming,
and through a window,
see him lying on the curb –
his head, arms and legs bleeding
He tried to ride my bike
again – the gray Huffy’s
20-inch frame – too much
for him to handle, but not enough
to shake his fearlessness
of anything larger than himself
not even our high-strung mom,
scolding his disobedience
after rushing outside with her […]
Filed under: Alan King by akublik Date 19 May, 2008
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