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My Father's Vocabulary

In the history of American speech,
he was born between “Dirty Commies” and “Nice tits.”

He worked for Uncle Sam,
and married a dizzy gal from Pittsburgh with a mouth on her.

I was conceived in the decade
between “Far out” and “Whatever”;

at the precise moment when “going all the way"
turned into “getting it on.”

Sometimes, I swear, I can feel the idiom flying around inside my head
like moths left over from the Age of Aquarius.

Or I hear myself speak and it feels like I am wearing
a no-longer-groovy cologne from the seventies.

In those days I was always trying to get a rap session going,
and he was always telling me how to clean out the garage.

Our last visit took place in the twilight zone of a clinic,
between “feeling no pain” and “catching a buzz."

For that occasion I had carefully prepared
a suitcase full of small talk

-But he was already packed and going backwards,
with the nice tits and the dirty commies,

to the small town of his vocabulary,
somewhere outside of Pittsburgh.
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