is born in the basement, birthed
of brother allred's restless dreams
his pig iron heart opens wide
when his master calls
the great man who framed him
moves him forward
with a wave of his thumb
the merest flick of a switch
he waits for the electric circuit
that completes him
some invisible beam of joy
he stirs, lurches, shuffles
and spins, his shoulders and
hind quarters of fasteners
sockets and set-screws
gyrate and whine and his fine
metal bones begin to meander
with an electric grace
in a semblance of life itself
here boy, brother allred calls
come! and the pig comes
knowing in the marrow of his
riveted bones that of all the rare
creatures brother allred has made
with all their bright voltaic
tesla bolts and ball-bearings
brother allred loves him best
and deep in his soul of
threaded gauges and clamps
he knows that he will dwell
in the tender mercies of
his maker forever and forever
amen
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About Me
- Joyce Ellen Davis
- 1. In dreams I am often young and thin with long blond hair. 2. In real life I am no longer young, or thin, or blonde. 3. My back hurts. 4. I hate to sleep alone. (Fortunately I don't have to!) 5. My great grandfather had 2 wives at once. 6. I wish I had more self-discipline. (I was once fired from a teaching position in a private school because they said I was "too unstructured and undisciplined." --Who, me??? Naaaahhh....) 7. I do not blame my parents for this. Once, at a parent-teacher conference, the teacher told me my little boy was "spacey." We ALL are, I told her. The whole fan damily is spacey. She thought I was kidding. I wasn't. 8. I used to travel with a theater reperatory company. My parents weren't happy about this. 9. My mother was afraid that I would run off and paint flowers on my cheeks and live in a commune, and grow vegetables. I once smoked pot. ONE TIME. 10. I don't drink or smoke. (Or swear, much. Well, I drink milk, and water, and orange juice, and stuff. Cocoa. I love Pepsi.) 11. Most of my friends are invisible. 12. I am a poet and a writer. All of my writing on these pages is copyrighted. Borrowing (without acknowledgment) is a sin.
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