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| JTRIII, Taken at Bay State Road, Boston, Fall 1970 |
Today you would be 75
Oh,
Jack
You
changed my life
Turned
it upside down
& right-side
up
So
glad I took that job
At
Allen Bookoff Studios
On 25th
Street, Baltimore
Passionate lovers
Wild
lovers
Clumsy
lovers
Brilliant
and Brittle
Such
bad lovers
Inept,
uncertain
So
unknowing of how
Of
what
Outcast,
bred out of our love
Our
need to love each other
Yet
love we did
The
poetry
The
Art
You
awoke the me in me
Bursting
with a quest for
Knowledge
Movies
became cinema
Books,
discovery tours
Music,
centuries old
Brand
new
Fluid
and explosive
Gentle
Dancing with rhythms
I knew
not before
No
longer just
teenage mating calls
Personally,
sexually
Still
forming social selves
We
still had, like cooking
Housekeeping,
to learn
How,
and who, to love
So
mired in religion to know
The
book of love unwritten
Stumbling,
while escaping, running
Down
the forbidden path
Destroying
lives
In
soap opera drama
Throwing
out the order of things
Babies
thrown aside
Women,
mothers scored
And
scorning, admired, loved, scorning
As un
that which is our nature
Joy
Street in Boston
Home
of the Appalachian Club
House
of bishops
In the
Shadow of the State House
And
the Whorehouse
Where black
suited government workers
spent
lunch & breaks
Across
from the Red Shed of Kennedy studios
Our last
attempt to live together
The
battles raged
The
chair, the beautiful art nouveau chair
So
lovingly restored
So
powerfully broken over my back
The
police called,
Calming
us down, not intervening
In
domestic affairs until tragedy happened
Their
kindness keeping us from bodily harm
The
injury replaced with sorrow
That
we could not
Control
the flood
Setting
sail apart
To
Washington for you
For me
Pittsburgh, Newburyport
And
North, ever North
Always,
brothers in love
The
thick and the thin
Nourished
and whetted
We
were too much
And
not enough
For
each other
John Tyler Ricketts III 1942-2011
Jmf-w
50 years Ago
So glad I took that job
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