Where I'm From

I am from owners,
from Falcon Bridge and emotionalism.
I am from the perch after the game room.
(Desert sand, movable,
it felt like chamomile.)
I am from the wild pine
the swamp Mexican ash
whose concave ends I calcified
as if they were my own.

I'm from elderberry and insiders,
          from Tim and Lu.
I'm from the jocks
          and the nerds,
from 'ta' and 'wuzzup'!
I'm from 'Time is a great teacher'
          'Nothing in life is to be feared'
          and three reactions I can say myself.

I'm from West Haven and West Valley City,
creamed boysenberry and sugary mineral water.
From the wrist my mummy leafed
          playing baseball,
the weasel my mum asked to keep their hearing.

Before my furniture was a shag box
holding prone entrants,
a sift of shag faces
to gouge on my camps.
I am from those gemsbok--
jimmied before I traveled--
cone-bode from the trivia tree.

Regenerate


poem generator by Mary Dickson based on the original by George Ella Lyon. A project for #NaNoGenMo, November 2015.