The lump on his head which he had named after his mother’s mother <br />Would ooze puss and spend hours conjugating verbs of recessive allele <br />He had his favorite nicknames for it just as he had given to other body parts <br />His penis and his alter penis both of which had come within inches <br />Of being surgically removed shortly after his mother had given birth <br />Were his closest allies in his attempt to claim an independent identity <br />His father who later abandoned the family insisted upon naming it a boy <br />Even though his mother’s maternal instincts suggested it was her little girl <br />So mother called it Chloe and his dad named it Duke <br />They were the conjoined twins of his empty trousers of pink and blue <br />Where they spent many hours cuddled by his lonely palms <br />And it was if in an act of desperation they learned the art of being one <br />Both were quite the conversationalist not to mention fluent in sexual innuendos <br />Poetry flowed from this cross dressers brain like cascades of rum or gin on the rocks <br />Influenced by Dylan and the sparkle of his limited edition Hohner harmonica <br />He had learned to interpret the lyricist and lovers as covered by Neil Young <br />In another re-release of an upcoming new album <br />However, lacking originality he succeeded in committing suicide later in life <br />And as fate would have it <br />It was there in Purgatory where he reunited with his father who had undergone <br />His own gender reassignment before later deciding to off himself <br />It is said they formed a group and you can hear them play <br />If you can adjust your head to the higher power and frequency <br />Of loving your creator and abandoning your narcissistic ways <br />Sweet Jesus what a voice those boys have found….. <br /> <br />2007 © T Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-learned-to-play-the-lute-one-heavenly-day/
