poly poetry scientific session for The Laptop Class
from all us forgotten
gen X
as a kid in superman underoos, the special ones from santa claus on christmas day
my mother explained the Cronkite news and
the technique called the hunger strike
I remember a video image on the pre-cable tv
we were late adopters in that suburb while friends had izods and nikes
I had my superman underoos, tough skins, and zips
be it now in Z, all of us forgotten X
scientific session for The Laptop Class
the hunger strike of the man
was a pop in the 8 year old suburban boy structure
where the game was to play
fit in and
fantasize about cleveland browns kardiac kids
that tv broadcast a determined and deliberate statement
to pop the scientific session of that long forgotten Middle Class
predecessor for The Laptop Class
the long winged polyester collars of 1980s britain
where talking heads had chivalrous accents and
fantasize saving princesses playing king arthur in superman underoos
hunger strike
i remember asking my caring mother
the reflection and mood
was odd
and the response was about making statements
she must have said
its something he believes in
the tube at the that time was blasting the techniques of the IRA
in the sister kingdom
brother superpower of reagan’s john wayne america
where we colored coloring books of his jelly beans
these Irish Men
were likely the first time I heard the word terrorist
broadcast
and saw the mythos of
combat boots, berets, fedoras, ski masks, chiseled jaws and armored dumpster tanks of the northern counties of Ireland
running in polyester with burning bottles
the images fed a narrative
the hunger strike popped
it was soft
stopped
what’s a hunger strike mommy?
I’m 50 now
stared at rats in brooklyn’s subways
commuted all detroit’s freeways
chased the calf, drank it’s milk
signaled virtues with thumb strikes
saw more pops of towers close to home
hijacks became a thing
hugged a daughter explained 2016 misogyny
this time on a replicating house of mirrors with cronkite’s voice
in the echoes of the 80s basement
the blessings of my mother’s social work job
accompanied my father as architect
created a structure for school and the scientific sessions to get me into
The Laptop Class
my daughter in Z sees the world
all of us forgotten X
when the forces think Cronkite’s wax will melt into flesh and be able to manipulate grown men in underoos
to propel and use IRAs
and twist narratives of Ojibwa, Choctaw, and the Africans
the blessings that I carry on my laptop and credit
the trappings of my saucony fashion
propelled my daughter to intern in Ireland
When her black coffee fritzed her laptop and she had no tool for her job
An ocean away I panicked
I saw the lifeline and implicit pass
The silver apple sheath over the chips and gpus was her worth
poly poetry scientific session for The Laptop Class
Weeks later we visited
I saw how close Scotland was off the coast of the northern counties
and nodded back thousands of years to the boat invasions
reflected and prayed on druids and the ancient
Christ
before the colony boats
and went to Belfast on a black cab taxi cab tour
the radical technique of reconciliation
the driver spent two years in jail at the age of 15
because he lived with his mother and father on a brown brick street patrolled by peelers and dumpster shaped tanks
I want to see the murals I said
with the poser academic midwest man
who hid underoos and
dreams of cleveland browns and b-boy brooklyn graffiti
He took us to them
above the Nivits apartment
blew flags of the watermelon from the balconies
and we saw the mural of
Bobby Sands
the driver explained the strike against Maggie Thatcher
and I realized he was the man who popped and broke my framework
From the education by my mother
the pop of justice
of what really was in
poly poetry scientific session for The Laptop Class
what's a hunger strike mommy?
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