A poemical portrait

To a dreamworker of the Weaver clan

And an Orphaned mother of the West

Something ancient manifested in the firstborn

Laid on a quilt woven by the humble wife

of a holocaust survivor

stars and flowers, starflowers

So the night before he emerged from the mystery

Of emaculation in the mother

Dreamweaver had seen a vision of her giving birth

To a bunny baby,

A mothersday boy

the leveret was born

in the human form

sharing a celebration

with the birth of the modern state of Israel

and Che Guevara, a predecessor of the same blood

a nurse foretold he would be an artist

based on the twin crowns

the spirals of his head roots

said he used both sides of the cerebellum

balancing his raw creative energies

with reason for peace of mind

he was the first of three

a male trinity

the infinite triskel

of prophecy

written on the bru na boine stone

in the middle east of Ireland

where his archfore fathers

waited for the warm smile of the solstice

they charted stars to read the signs of time

 

It wasn’t long before the weaver found out

Sitting in a Wok, waiting for the food,

He read the asian zodiac on the placemat

And recalled a particular dream

Upon seeing the firstborn’s year of birth

Beneath the rabbit sign

 

The lucky artist

His luck was chanced by the age of four

Shortly after his baby brother lamb

Returned to the world

And before Pops passed on to beyond

The rabbit baptized himself

In the summercamp pool

 

He said he knew how to swim

When the waterspots on the last lifejacket

resembled dookie stains

 

at he bottom of the pool

A rumbling blankness

washed him over

Asleep he fell

Without his gills

And nearly drowned

They found him facedown

blue as the eyes

pale at the rail

and about to bye

oxygen mask, breathe,

ambulance, coma

 

electrical reconnection

seizures between the synapse

narcoleptic naps

hospital beds

with wires attached

 

medicine, school,

monkey in the middle

without playground rules

“gimme my bear back!”

they didn’t so he

bit em in the balls

time out till mommy got him

 

they said he was special

he spoke slow and acted oddly

shy and treated with difference

at meemaws house he blew out five candles

with a ninja turtle cake

and daddy taught him how to draw a brontosaurus

 

His mother crafted a children’s book

Of him transforming into a photon blue

Interplanetary explorer named Freefall

When he went to sleep at night,

traversing the Galileo galaxy

In search of a supernova

She had him draw the pictures

He drew a few and she elaborated

 

He watched her paint murals

Of the ocean floor

On the walls of nurseries

She would paint batman and ninja turtle

Hieroglyphics on his shirts

 

At school they saw his freckles

And called him dirty,

Treating him accordingly

Little did they know those were

Stipulations of holy solar shine