Tuesday, July 17, 2012

The Band of Boys.....

They began as toddlers....
Play dates....Silly, half-sleepovers...
Opening with marshmallows and power rangers......
until one or both little boys started crying for Mommy....
The sleepovers always ended with an abrupt KERPLOPP.....
But by then, the sweet boys were so tired from all the activity ,
that they seemed somehow,,,
 almost relieved,,,,
And then time passed...
and the boys grew a bit older.....
and they discovered girls and dirty words and uhh,,,,BUGARS.......(eww)
and EVERYTHING was funny and gross and their hearts swelled with potential......
and some of them even began JOGGING....
Then came PUBERTY......
and there was HAIR....in weird, unexpected places......
and hormonal surges TOOK OVER their bodies....
like DEVILS,,,,,
NO.....
like ANGELS ??
NOPE.....
Anyway......
they began locking their bedroom doors and gargling at weird times of night.....
and there were lines around the block.....
of boys waiting to be fitted for their 'Bar Mitzvah' suits.....and their black shoes.....and their silky ties....
And somewhere in that span of time and space.......
They MORPHED from GUITAR HEROES into actual MUSICIANS....
and they suddenly seemed like MEN......
And the story kind of TAKES PAUSE here.......
 for now,,,,,,

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