Currently of the opinion that this is vastly superior to the version I posted previously. Hope so!! Destined to be in Dancing Still, a new chapbook I plan to submit soon. ['All' I gotta do is
make umpteen revisions. Previously published pieces are in need a lot of work! Color me embarrassed!} Anyway. . .wish me luck. Hope you fall for this poem about my brother Bunny. {Eventually metamorphed to 'Al.' But between us, Bunny would always be -- will always be -- Bunny.}
Clown, Gangster, Clown
In Memoriam Clarence Alston Dawson, II 1936-1974
The scar that showed started above his left eye, then scraped a road through hair dark as night. “Women love it!” he crowed. Wagged the brow that conspired to meet the one doomed to arch as if amused and in heat. Espresso eyes snap, watch out. One second, you’re holding your stomach, the next, black ice. Going under the knife five times hadn’t stolen the “Gangster Look” popular with the Ladies. "Call it a bonus for being stupid enough to hitch a ride in a bug to-the-ceiling with other clowns just mustered out. So long, Texas! Hoo-HA. "Ain’ lived ‘ til a helicopter has landed an inch from your nose. WHUPWHUPWHUPWHUP" “Lucky, quacks insist." “Hem-hem-haw.” “It is complicated, son.” Big suck on the pipe. “Frontal lobe controls emotions, muttermutt–.. . .bit battered as a child?” . . 200 IQ, you say? Memorized books at three-? Read upside down? WHUPWHUPWHUPWHUP"
Lasting to 38 was no minor accomplishment. "Such a great teacher. Unreal clinician. ‘Hell went wrong–?” If, if, IF everyone had known it took somersaults, headstands and balancing on wires – wired – to keep going as if sane. Probably should have stuck to art. Psychology so introspective. Talk about a waste.
, , ,see you in every dark little boy. Flower-stem neck grows stubble, then a beard. See you pointing a gat. Take THAT ! Take THAT. Ackackackack ackackack! “Have cat-fights over me. Best thing ever happened.”
Always made me laugh, Bro. Always, always, make me laugh.
(c) Phyllis Jean Green, 2007
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Reviews of "Clown, Gangster, Clown { for 'Bunny'}"
Phyllis this is a very beautiful touching tribute to your brother, and I have to tell you, you are already a success in any write you do. Thank you so much for sharing.
Phyllis, you have one of the most unique voices in verse...it flows, it has rhythm, it can get kwirky, be funny, be sad, be sexy...and most of all it is real...
This lovely piece...dedicated to your brother is a good example of that uniquness.
Good luck on that project kiddo.
VEry moving. I could feel your love, respect and admiration along with a ton of love you held for this brother who meant so much to you. Fine tribute for sure.
Fee
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on July 10, 2007
Great humor, Phyllis. And a great poem too. Wish you luck with your publication. Victor
The scar that showed started above his left eye
then scraped a road through hair dark as night ... BRILLIANT!
A grand introduction to your Bunny. A memorial? If so, you've captured him in loving lines. If not, good on ya: I hope he continues to make you laugh. Well done.
It's almost Christmas. Lynn Basil is writing her last book about a secret entrance into the magical doll land of Sha Bebe that she loves so much. Bagannos have taken over the world! Lynn finally meets her dolls in real life. Can she write in a Secret
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This lovely piece...dedicated to your brother is a good example of that uniquness.
Good luck on that project kiddo.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Felt the emotions and love throughout
The page Great Job!!
Love Peace and joy many Hugsss to you..Morning Star ( Yolie )
love Tinka
Fee
George
And that, is a wonderful gift, to be cherished always. And this is a wonderful ode to your 'Bunny.'
The opening lines,
The scar that showed started above his left eye
then scraped a road through hair dark as night ... BRILLIANT!
A grand introduction to your Bunny. A memorial? If so, you've captured him in loving lines. If not, good on ya: I hope he continues to make you laugh. Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.