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
broken pieces back together
the few times he fell.
.
He flexed. Girls swooned, hiking
their skirts, legs spread,
begging him to ride them
to hero-worship heaven.
The Wham Bam Man didn't notice
when girls became women, wanted
more than a pause between heartbeats,
a man who knew sex was more than a poke
in the dark, eyes sewn shut, ears
hollow caverns that heard only echoes
of past days, days now caught
on a train fast bound to places
where Isis will save him 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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