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| January 2004 / Volume Five / Issue One | |||||||||||
| NOTE: This poem is divided into two parts. Click ">" at the bottom of this page to access the next. | |||||||||||
| Jason Floyd Williams | |||||||||||
| strain theory. “According to strain theory, when juveniles experience strain or stress, they become upset, and they sometimes engage in delinquency as a result” Agnew. Part 1. Freud said our second expulsion from Paradise occurs when we’re weaned from our mothers. At age three– already upset w/the weaning-bit– my grandmother Janet came to where I was playing w/some Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome idea in a clothes-basket & emptied all my toys into pinata puddles on the floor. I just remember this vinegar / baking-powder, volcano-diorama eruption of anger as I scrambled outside, yanked her pants down, and took a bite outta her ass. My mother and uncle had to pull me off. Part 2. The Norse Sisters of Fate had arranged for me to be drunk, 23 yrs later, w/my friends & complaining about my co-workers– one of ‘em, this Dune Sandworm / human pieces, parts, DNA lot won on E-Bay; this unruly, mad child of Tor from Plan 9– was plopped on a dining-room chair across from me. He gets up, a body pronounced dead w/ different ideas, and gargantuans towards me & gives me the best bitch-slap I’ve ever received. I pull the matador-bitten-by-the-bull act & encourage ‘im to charge w/multiple flip-booking of middle fingers. |
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