The Slight Stroke
by 
John G.Hall
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Posted: Sunday, November 12, 2006 Word Count: 135 Summary: all change Related Works: A Disillusioned Angel. • |
The Slight Stroke
7.30pm 1974
He wears a green boiler suite,
An Irish spaceman in steel toe
Capped moon boots, pockets full
Of copper wire, bobbins & nylon.
He wears brilliantine hair cream
& hold’s my hand in his fist.
9.25pm 1975
His smile turns to mercury
then slides down his face,
His own body turns on him
a blood-clots Judas kiss.
.
12.15am 1976
He is left open, a living autopsy, he dices for his life.
No soldiers play for his clothes, only mother & son
Wait near; my hand strokes my father’s rag doll fist.
7.30pm 2006
Now he wears a slow silver shocked look
Carries a wooden sceptre in his soft grip,
Burns his bridges behind his fiery cataracts
And steps like an iron man in a world of rust.
John G.Hall©2006
7.30pm 1974
He wears a green boiler suite,
An Irish spaceman in steel toe
Capped moon boots, pockets full
Of copper wire, bobbins & nylon.
He wears brilliantine hair cream
& hold’s my hand in his fist.
9.25pm 1975
His smile turns to mercury
then slides down his face,
His own body turns on him
a blood-clots Judas kiss.
.
12.15am 1976
He is left open, a living autopsy, he dices for his life.
No soldiers play for his clothes, only mother & son
Wait near; my hand strokes my father’s rag doll fist.
7.30pm 2006
Now he wears a slow silver shocked look
Carries a wooden sceptre in his soft grip,
Burns his bridges behind his fiery cataracts
And steps like an iron man in a world of rust.
John G.Hall©2006