The Wham Bam Man
The Wham Bam man remembers
when he could have any girl
in the room, toss a high
ball to the moon, straddle an eagle's back,
sweet talk Isis into singing
his broken pieces back together
when he fell.
.
He flexed. Girls swooned, hiking
their skirts up, legs spread, asking,
no begging him to ride them to
teenaged hero-worship heaven.
The Wham Bam man didn't notice
when girls became women, wanted
more than a space between heartbeats,
a man who knew sex was more than a poke
in the dark, his eyes sewn shut, ears
hollow caverns hearing only echoes
of past days of glory, caught
on a train fast bound to places
where Isis will sing no more.
Pris Campbell
©2006
Birth of an Evening by Richard Baxter
copyrighted and used with permission
Richard Baxter is a gifted artist who has appeared
several times on my pages. For more of his work go HERE.
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