downtown in portland

[bloggod]

i have a ballcap and little jock sideburns
i have a woven cap glasses and a beard
i am wearing nylon raingear from head to foot
i am a baby eating out of a ziplock baggie
i am a hip mama in corduroy i am managing my child
i am wearing fake plastic leather i am carrying a large empty purse
i have a beanie cap just like my husbands
i have a nascar jacket with logos brands and a perpetual cigarette
i look like dick cheney because i too dodge every draft
i wear headphones and a santa hat all year long
i have handknit socks that go over my knees but i own no shirts
i have waving silky hair long enuff for two nymphs
i am a pair of eyeglasses resting atop my skihat
i have a cellphone in every pocket i have a list of forgotten projects
i have earring holes in my ears my nose and my friend's armpits
i have a backpack with a straw poking out
i have a dog in a frontpack that i am feeding an icecream cone to
i am wearing a flag under my spandex
i am wearing harley gear because i own several harley motorcycles
i feather my hair with eggwhites and a threethousand volt dryer
i am casual and on guard simultaneously
i can purchase what i like if i can fit it in my coatpocket
i have a pack of friends that keep me from spending too much time on thinking
i sample whatever is free except the salmon jerky
i watch all the strollers for the next presidential look
my t-shirt is keeping me cool don't vex on my strategy
i have my zipperpull under my runny nose and i want to be home
i am navigating my wheelchair thru the legs
i am normal and makeup is for keeps when you go downtown in portland

[Jean-Baptiste]

Very Walt Whitman, bloggod. Do you know what I would like to see in this piece? I would fall into a coma if you showed me how all of these selves of yours are not contradictory. That would take this poem out of the realm of observation for the sake of description, and make it a real statement of humanity. Show me the underlying current; show me how you can reconcile them all into the first person singular.
Of course, you may easily disregard this suggestion; the poem is fun to read anyway. Thanks for sharing!