Thursday, 22 December 2016

A poem by Justin Hilliard

the production that is my life


the curtain rises
ENTER wailing child
carried to the next room
by DOC in scrubs
and circumcised

act 1
child grows and is closely watched by
MOTHER who goes back to work in the
factory when he turns 4 and FATHER
who stayed in the factory to pay for
a growing newborn and a high
maintenance wife
churches come and go,
but nothing really sticks with him, nor
does anything noteworthy happen for the
next twelve years until he
gets laid by SUZZIE who
never knew what she wanted
and only has
4 lines of dialogue
child graduates and goes to college
mostly for the solitude of his dorm

act 2
characters dance on and off the stage, but too few
stay until the curtain call
child tries to maintain his grades, but
he drinks and smokes
until life moves along in the
blur he’d been looking for
enter the love of his life SASHA or was it MONICA?
settle on GIRLFRIEND
who moves into his dorm
where their grades can plummet
together
child’s FRIENDS are numerous and mostly the same
coked up party kids and ne’er do wells
he’d ran with his entire life
child smokes a pack and a half a day,
but girlfriend wants him to stop

act 3
during the intermission you missed
child drop out of college after
graduating to two packs a day and losing
his girlfriend
he found a job at the factory
on a recommendation.
he grew old fast and did
nothing noteworthy
child signed up for mature dating
and found someone as lonely as him
named WINNIE, the name lingered in
his throat like the booze
he quit years ago
child retires from the factory
with hardened blisters as his
sole severance

the curtain falls
the show is over








Justin Hilliard reads and writes along the beaches of his native sunshine state, where he also edits his literary journal, The Chaotic Review

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