Thursday’s Poem – He has it

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He has it

Learning to intertwine the secular sounding
Rhythms of his cool jazz with a voice of my own
My brother has always been cool
Saying the best comeback
Using wit and charm
At first I tried to separate myself
Stumbling backwards while he glides forward

Now I wear the same jeans as him
My strut tries to swagger the same
We both slow the left leg
Then the right leg speeds
He really has it
I make it look arthritic

I don’t have his easy pace
Like a brush on a cymbal
Someday I’ll be smoother
Someday I’ll be funnier
Someday I’ll be cool
Like my brother

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About Pineapple

He tried to call himself, "Malibu." But, you know the rules - you don't get to pick your own nickname. The word "pineapple" came to mind. Sorta tropical, spikey & rough, sweet on the inside. And so a nickname was born. "Bike mechanic, poet, sage, former collegiate hockey star. Ok, maybe not a star." (This should really be updated. He works for New Belguim now.) "i am full time bicycle mechanic, and all around nice guy. like to ride bikes, but not very far. like poetry, candle-light dinners, and short walks on the beach. i don't like getting hassled, and i don't like capitalization." Fort Collins, Colorado, USA

3 Replies to “Thursday’s Poem – He has it”

  1. I got in to po’try once. Then I got in to Melanie’s pants.

    I suddenly lost interest in po’try. And Melanie.

    So it’s not always a cry for help.

    It can sometimes be a cry for poontang.

    Just saying.