STEVE RAMIREZ

The Dude Sings a Lullaby to His Bastard Child

Look, man--kid--son... Life is cyclical.
There's a lot to it. Lots of moving parts.
One day, a stranger interrupts you in the bath
and your life will never be the same.

It's like Confucius said:

No, it's more like this house. There's four walls, see?
That's not too bad. People die, ok? Lots of people die.

You wake up one day and realize the rabbit isn't even real.
The world shrinks and grows around us.

You can reach out and bomb Pakistan, for cryin' out loud,
but I don't even know who lives across the street anymore.
I don't know, man, it's not like the old days.

Used to be everyone knew what was gonna happen.
It wasn't so much this and that, or what-are-you-gonna-do's?
We don't even know what other people want anymore.

I mean, what's your favorite color?

What I'm trying to say is, after I get back from bowling,
we'll get some coffee. Like the men of the family.

We got each other. At least we have each other.

Steve Ramirez is a poetry host by day, but at night he straps on his cloak and delivers justice as a poet, two-fisted pulp style!