UNCLE CAL
Today, i met you
For the very first time
In a fraction of a second
Trapped back in '47
Before you could shave
Archetypical teen outlaw.....
A golden wave
Was your hair
Slicked with pomade
Thumbs hooked in your pockets
Chinos' cuffed, and, pegged!
Flipped-collar jean jacket
A smile spread as wide as your legs
Wing-tipped feet
Eyes, glowering red
In a black-and-white photo
Of a boy, long-since dead.......
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