Another one hundred year old
Is being torn down
The Friendship Hotel
Was a local establishment
But there are no longer
Any locals
The old truck and pony
Winthers township
With Marshall Winthers
Is long gone
Replaced by the immigrants
Then the hippies
And now it is
LGBT
With its rainbow flag
No place for any romantic
Nostalgic ideas
Tear them things down.
Make way for the new!
Meanwhile,
Across town
What is called
Little Italy
Was once the original
Firehouse
With a wood ladder company
That my Scandinavians
Called home
Their Cedar street house
Was bulldozed
By some kid calling himself
Juan Barron
Another bastard
Jimmy and Teresa
Went to Reno
And had a chapel wedding
No photos to prove it
Except the one taken
At the Comstock
One of those salon style
Juan was not even 10 years old
And I not considered an adult
Under 21 and a minor
In his eyes
He told her to adopt me
Even though
We have been through it before
No six year old
Has ever become
The parent of a child
Not even in the bible
Jimmy wont give up
And each wife he takes
He tells to become my mum
Meanwhile the little bastard
Born before their wedding
Decided to make me his mum
And I was not old enough
Nor functional at all.
John Wheat
Has been lying to the locals
And there is nothing I can do about it.
After all the state of California
Issued him a drivers license
With my name on it
And no birth certificate.
Patronymic names
Are based upon
The paternal line
In some cases
The names go all the way
To the Doomsday book
Of 1066
When William the conqueror
Took stock of his conquered
Mine is there without a change
In other places
The name rotates
Upon each generation
Hence Fritz and son
Are added on to the same
Or Man to distinguish
Ethnicity
Or place names
Where a person is from
Alter as they travel
Between Italy to France
To Scotland
But then get altered
At Ellis Island
Where the clerks
Were not high quality
Pentagon staff
But simple English speakers
Who past the civil test
Of the time period.
My maternal line
Came through
Angel Island
The west coast
Version in the Bay Area
The other island
Besides Alcatraz
Is Angel island
Which was also turned
Into a Civil war fort.
Therefore my family line
Should have looked
Like this if they had done it proper:
Ladds
Herons or Swann's
Jackman
Nielson
Instead it is Peterson
All the way down
Because they were
From Saint Petersburg
The real name is lost
An old one they say...
Oldenburg?
All those generations
Who have built homes
And dreams
Destroyed
By some little bastard
Who claims to be Mexican
But was plucked
Up by Teresa
When she was with her other husband
In the East
Jordan or Isreal
Was that trip overseas
When my mother
Had another baby
And she had to go
Through the usual
Routine of getting rid
Of the ones
Already born
In order to accept
The new one
It did not last
More than a day
While we sat there
Waiting to be adopted
By our own parents
Who had both
Been raised as only children
Told all sorts of stories
We had to endure
This novel romantic
Thing of my mothers
While my father
Sat there in frustration
Until he could not go it again
Walked out just when the last one
Was making its appearance
In her tummy
Not again!
Anyways
I do recall
Sitting there on the steps
Telling the others to behave
Actually I sent out
The boys to find
The Grandparents
While I waited to see
With my sister
Who was building
Up to a crescendo
Of wrath for our mother
People began to drop off
Thier unwanted babies
Not knowing it was
A tradition
With us to be accepted
By a woman
Who had grown up
With no siblings
Not even the one
Called Judy is hers
Some aunt on the other side
After grandma had fallen
Off the top
Of the three story home
And had a miscarriage.
Lucky us
Here came grandpa
To lead the tearful one
And the sorrowful one
Down to the waiting taxi
While Teresa
Thought she would
Grab an toddler
Assuming it was ours
So, she could use
Extortion on us.
And has done so
Through the wrong man
Jimmy is not ours
His name is Bullocks
And Juan or John
Is not mine
How do I make him
Pay me back
For what he has stolen
Generations of dreams?
By putting his sister
Janet Pitts
In jail for the rest of her life....
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