The Tain

a while ago I went to a poetry reading at a coffee shop in downtown Dekalb. it ended up being a good night (with David Amram making an appearance and performing), but didn't really start out that way and this poem was written during the segue between not-a-good-time and having-a-very-good-and-interesting-time. I had written a poem titled Smooch years ago, which was crap really, but it had one very good line. so, as a nod to an experience I had around the time I wrote Smooch, I decided to write an acrostic poem with said line.

one-liner
In an interesting coincidence,
my thoughts tend toward
good and evil when I feel the
onset of family politics.
In good time I will break away from the
naysayers and find myself one
giant leap away from the right and the left.
Taking what I can, at times
omnivorous of the influences
surrounding me, at times
murmuring on the floor, broken on an
insignia, indicating this Illinois
landmark that I can feel
even now, when I think of
afternoons, mornings, evenings,
not one distinct, not one
divulging any confessions that could
surprise me, at midnight or noon.
and I think back further, days of
yore when I was yea high,
for when I look at the world,
under this pretense that I
cannot change how I was born, I
know that I can, but I still do not.
You think I can navigate this back and forth,
omnipresent in both worlds? I am
undulating and never staying.