Fragment; A Poem

Fragment
Oh fragment! Grow on me. Trap the blip,
Awaken the light; breathe in color,
Construct pieces of tone and contrast,
Compose the mind’s chorus; untangle loose wounds,
Blend boyhood memories with current trends,
Stir the innards, instruct intermingled recollection,
Fulfill the gap; fixate it upon a the fortress stealth,
Recapture running receptors,
That seems lost and longing to breathe. Awaken.
Franklin; birth; 69-latter Nam,
Post bullet paranoia;
Oswald –Ruby civil rights and King,
Mythical, ethical, sublime, allusive.
Tennessee and Davey, come ride with me,
You were so dear; melody and the metaphysical moment,
Bop tossing; singing comfort;
Preserving fragments held with dear life,
As time slips, sudden saturation of a life surreal,
Simulates what was then; illustrates what is now.
Mom locking; Dad wanting; embracing acts of need,
Motionless memoir hidden in my sleep,
Texan toughness and Vera-Cruz,
John Hancock ; bowling alley blues,
Augusta to Rome and New York to home,
Poly 59-cruising 57’s,
Blind girl, drive-ins and the missing sense of self,
Seven jumped, gas station pumped,
Blue trucks and implalas
Belaire rides to Hollywood,
Radio plays - KTLA,
Jump; Kirkton and Kenneth,
Ballina and Balcom,
Mixing, Stirring,
Mom and Dal….silver watch and pretty Gal,
Old pictures; one party –departure unkown,
From scrambled fear the Del Rey pier,
Rocky 25, and Walter’s Payton’s deathly dive,
Purple coats and Sunday floats; Paulette; the perfect pride of the Panosi pension,
Iran..iran? how did that come to be?
Previewed perpetually pre-Khomenei,
Mom; 61 and a tour with uncle Ashot,
Deep desire; unconditioned affection,
The love so strong, as well to their children,
Panos, strolling JC Penney, hanging on,
To dear life from a view beyond anyone’s wildest…
The color, her dress, my mother-a beauty unblemished,
As I walk in the valley of shadow of terror,
Mother; constant healer; taught with no error,
The blueness of youth-how Mom craved the other,
Paradox and gender; no matter; our comforting cover,
The pony; the ride;the embroidered brown vest,
natured and nurtured; the meadowlark’s nest,
How now do loved ones rest?
Granpa and me whistling to Dixie,
Passing signs that make him stop. No way does he stay! Granpa and rules;
metzpap- eternal flame always glows,
Dad’s hand and metzbop’s hair; a gloomy foreshadowing of what to prepare,
Understand..understand..the way of the soul-as what they say told.
Many times been in a state of sin,
Hoping to find just a bit of my mind,
Using mixed thoughts of my dreams; Killing me softly-what’s new?


Manini; light; essence of fragment; seeker of truth, teacher of class; holy, divine, and unreal,
I visit; she cries- within the heart to mine eyes,
Beloved grandmother, keeper of past,
Completion at last! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH,
Strollers, cigarettes, balloons and boys,
Loving and caring with all our noise!
So much has been, so little time told,
Myriad infinite; trailers filled rich,
Moving along, nothing to hitch,
The ride has been smooth but bumpy to balance.
The hills sometimes soft, the plains plenty,
Often times; harsh like the medicine of reality,
Forbid to forget, bending books for memory,
Making way; washing down the innocence of worry,
So much to say; maybe plenty time-
But must start now and invent mine own mime! Andre