house of haddon april 24,2005

never ceases
to amaze gets me
thinking that i
really don't know
time moves on
steadily and people
grow up and have
two little boys
happy marriages
and beautiful wives
can sing the song
to blues clues before
they can sing the latest
hardcore.shows and band
practice at some kids
house haddon heights
the trees there in spring
dusty old town
everybody hangs out
station ave
when the weather
is nice and the rebel
rousing skaters
destroy property
at the bank get
chased away
threatened and john's
friendly market
where you can get
your produce farm jersey
fresh or winning million
dollar lottery tickets
the antique shops
line the way to
barrington and even though
i am old and wiser
far removed
it doesn't feel that long ago
st. rose and the acme
rendezvous spots
his mom screaming
about what a loser
he was while joan of arc
or at least of south jersey
tried to make it all right
tried to make it all fit
crying my eyes out
everytime he dumped me
for a chance with her
teenage angst
infused with
teenage stupidity
what was i thinking
as the years passed
the little felt decorations
were suspended
from the drop ceiling
came up and down
for christmas
four times before
i knew that it was time to go

and so
i see that things
somehow managed
lives found meaning
new life new
hope somehow sprang
forth in the bermuda
triangle of haddon
township and we are all
ok.people still hold onto
x'd hands and
hardcore riffs
warm days skinny boys.
and now we
raise some
of our own.