Where has he gone?A Poem by KamranThink about it.Where
has he gone? It
was a year so simple, Early
1971, Billie
Joe a mere 6 months, A
baby born to no one. No
one, you ask? That
can’t be possible under scientific fact! Oh
but it is, it stands so true, His
father loved the b**b tube. Billie
Joe cried, For
hunger set forth; His
father cheered! “Eastwood
is on channel 4!” 1989
slowly set it, Billie
Joe, at age 18; He
applied for college, his hopes and dreams, His
father bought a new TV. “Dad
I got in!” Echoed through the house; Harvard,
Yale; we never found out. Guns
N’ Roses played through the speakers, Dad
yelled, “Why is Poison the feature?” Fast
forward 10 years, 1999,
the millennium nears; Billie
Joe is now just Bill, Living
with his wife in New York, Jill. Bill’s
father sat at home, Email
took the nation by storm; He’d
ask around, clubs and bars, “How
do I email my favorite star?” We
reach the decade, 2010, A
year of negligence and politics on CNN; Bill’s
Father just bought a new flat screen, Put in the same spot where the other TV’s have
been. MTV
is the new obsession, Driving
kids mad with the Hollywood procession; Bill’s
Father watches, in delightful dismay, His
eyes glued on the high-res display. “Billy
come look, Lady Gaga has arrived! She’s
wearing a dress made of pie!” But
Billy doesn’t answer, he’s no longer around, He’s
doing greater things in the life he’s found. His
Father watches as a limo pulls in, Bodyguards
and reporters lining in front, Two
figures emerge through the open door, Surrounded
by flashes in an instant. A
picture pops into the Father’s head, Billie
Joe, a mere infant, Crying
and crying to be fed, Crying
and crying as he goes to bed. The
past comes back, Billy’s
Father looks in a snap! There
on the screen, the flashes subside, As
Bill and Jill walk down the aisle. “My
son is a star? My son is a star!” Bill’s
Father jumps in the car. He
drives fast, pushing his car, To
see his son, his son the star. He
arrives so quickly, Jumping
out; Pushing
through crowds, That
stands all about. He
sees Bill, behind a camera, Jill
by his side; The
interviewer laughs so loud, She
takes his hand and leads him inside. Bill’s
Father hears the last question, The
interviewer so calmly asks, “Who
is your father, and where is he now?” Bill’s
Father slowly walks home, Tears
in his eyes; a wound on his soul. He
can only think one of thing, a question so calm, “Where,
oh where, has my Billie Joe gone?” © 2011 Kamran |
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2 Reviews Added on August 29, 2011 Last Updated on August 29, 2011 AuthorKamranWellington, FLAboutI'm a high school student who loves to write. Creative writing has always been a large interest of mine, and it practically shapes my life. I always look at things in a way in which I can write .. more..Writing
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