Original Poetry Fan Fiction ❯ Joshua W. Circlebrain ❯ Born a Magnet ( Chapter 2 )
Joshua W. Circlebrain, born a magnet
In the month of maidens and transitions
The loudest wordless proclamation
and divine right valence-dictorian
The house rattled the day he was born
Window frames jumping to give tribute
To he who would bring so much traffic to their panes
And from his footsteps came color
And through his mind a stepladder to higher places
And from his eyes came life and youth
As bright as music and as quiet as sunlight
But, jealous, the gods took the blue and red and yellow
Leaving the generator of hue without any power to view
That which he had painted
Sitting across from me in a stunted orange chair
In a morning of my memory too small to fill a glass
Remembering and asking one question to last a lifetime
Weighting only a penny and costing a Tomatebakken
Josh, a skinny stripe on the wall of my childhood
A cloud obscured by the lightning of my friends
And thoughts and health and gender
Leading lives as if we had arranged a meeting before life
And asked each other our names and noted our colors
Then, with a smile and an abuse, agreed
In alternating moods of grief and relief
To turn and take roads and never again meet
Under punishment of indifference
As sharp and alert as a lance
The fox ripped from the wolf
And the wolf resenting the fox
Reynard, triumphing in life after life
Over the bedeviled old devil hound
And slinging Isengrim’s bones to the ground
But I digress to the future, neglecting the past
That has come to rest like a needle in my throat
Back when Joshua was only a person
And not a concept or icon or scar on my right leg
And not a pair of electric blue thoughts
And not a catalyst for madness
And not the earth circled by the moon
And not a shade of my paper
But a growing sprout in my garden row
And a thing yet to come
Not a bulla in my brain
Or assignment to fail
Or elusive, striking, bone deep pain
Yes, when it was safe to sit beside your infatuation
And hear the Cat in the Hat rhyme and scheme