SON OF A

son of a pinon 

son of opinion

son of Independence Day

son of the wind in my prepubescent stash

son of sound, Son House, Sun Records

son of  Sun Ra

son of a C looking for an H to “ch” or an “S” looking for an “H” to SOHO

son of a blind date, memorized stakes, too honest to be late, dust pan in the trash can

son of contusion , bruise or bruises, frigid liquid nitrogen intrusion, a banana that pounds a nail and a tennis ball that shatters

son of a Mexican black crested tufted titmouse

son of titmice in general

son of Sundance, SunTrust, Sunglass Hut, sunrise and the Sunday Times

son of a Frigidaire

son of a Asian pear oh c’mon enough flimsy whimsy, who could possible care, this is supposed to be real poetry, don’t be scared

son of a bituminous borderline through this bilingual bliss 

son of a Spanish shovel for a secret tunnel

son of that border agent with the cockeye giving me a hard time because I got enough water to keep 30 aliens alive, ample agua to keep the Rio Grande, even birds in song alive

son of the tortilla curtain that hangs from Socorro on down and son of the handshakes and eye contact that cuts it

son of numbers and not results

I bet Colin Powell’s son don’t know one thing about his daddy’s Nicaraguan killing spree

son of Jack Benzedrine Kerouac, endless paper rolls to write you one long letter of recommendation for days 

son of that battered sunset, drug purse, drug dog named Marley, Happy, Cassidy, Zion or John 

son of Edward Abbey but not so radical

son of a conversation between bikes at a stoplight about what you gonna do when there’s no more oil under that soil, no milk for your bottle, no fuel for your precious throttle

son of a realist, an environmentalist? no,no,no

son of a hippie

son of  a warm pain nudging nerve endings, where’s my happy ending? where’s my son, why’s my sperm so winded, so tiny sprint and no New York marathon?

son of my stork with butter finger avian flu

son of a parking lot egg 

son of the night she bought one too many vowels to count

son of a 10 foot Penthouse Forum crowbar

son of a condom on a looking glass

son of a sailor, and the sailors say Brandy 

son of a mug shot, sentence, conjugal comma, and drama in a shot of isopropyl alcohol  

son of someone who was someone in high school but no one later on 

son of outer course, better than intercourse, dreams beat that scene, what do I mean, I’m not sure you want to be me

I’m the son of an artist and a colonel, reverse vasectomy, two brothers who wanted another one for the team

son of a Samsonite suitcase open on your table, son of the hawks that take flight, rise and circle the chandelier 

son of a Muslim got more in common with than we believe

son of a six pointed star on Montgomery’s capital steps where Jeff Davis took the oath of confederate office, where George Wallace vowed segregation forever, and where Martin Luther King fresh from Selma asked how long, said not long but I’m still waiting

Native son, bigger son, white sun, cold sun, Black son, hot sun, somebody’s son cut Reverend King down