That’s him

bent over clueless noggin seeking vodka glasses
grandfather choked himself in basement dont know why
siphoning clues from dead cousins
swooning over poetic masters
greeting my visage under another’s beard
fulfilling promise of notes traded on street
interviewing fathers and mothers on the hot-seat
neglecting withered friends writing them charged letters
what the tradition? who the teacher?
dont matter the synagogue seminar or symphony hall
engulfed by familial perfumes or mopped over head with
inquisitive talk
Im unpracticed wild
unwilling to learn unwilling to yield
rather die of starvation then eat berries handheld
by a man wiser
somewhere here I perceive
my grandfather—

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