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Southern Gothic Bio-graph
netskyIam

He lived for four decades with only old newsprint
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stacked high alongside cheesecake glory
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girls that never dumped, except for the one,
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the girl he dumped along with himself.
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He faked out contentment in clapboard
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on blocks at Powersville, Georgia:
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a water stop, whistle stop, all trains long gone.
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Inside his parlor, amidst much detritus
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stood an upright Graphonola he wound
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up for me when I was eleven,
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when our family ventured
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a first and a last
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visit to meet our great-
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Uncle Bubba:
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thin and flame-haired, squirrelly, loquacious;
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an old spruce in gum shoes, delighted to
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vault over piles to show off his place
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to our family; family he had denied
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from himself ever since sometime
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around 1928:
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DAMN, bitch! You said you was barren!
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That ain't no seed of mine, you harlot
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from HELL, I ain't PAYIN' one dime for your brat.
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I learned of that speech well
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after his death, after he wore out
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imprinting on pulp images of perfection
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in women,  with only his mother's dark talking
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machine for companionship.
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Death made a repair
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for the hermit's spurned son:  the '31 Chrysler
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hidden new in the barn, and the shack, and
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Bubba's land and his bonds and stashed cash;
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all that was claimed except for a coffin that
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the son surrendered and then sent to me,
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a fourteen year old boy in Miami.
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Uncle Bubba's Graphonola scratches still today
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from the past.  It contains Uncle Bubba,
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July, 1965:
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Boy, it works like this.
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The horn is hid behind them flap doors.
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Back when your momma was a tiny thing,
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she points to the horn, and she says, so sweet
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and so damn cute,
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'Oh! Is there a little person living inside?'
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http://img489.imageshack.us/my.php?image=graphonola5mq.jpg
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1918 Columbia Graphonola
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28 Jan 06

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revised a bit
 — netskyIam

My Uncle Bubba- what a Small.  
Poem is considered finished- unless your eagle eyes spot problems.
Is it all clear enough?

Thank you,
Reid
 — netskyIam

This is just great!
 — unknown

biograph, not biography?  Never heard Biograph before.

Good job, Net!  I don't get all the italicized parts but I was thinking maybe the old man was talking to himself due to senility.
 — Isabelle5

Thanks.  I employed italics instead of quote marks.
He really said that second speech to me when I showed fascination for the phonograph.
"Biograph"= whimsy  it's a part of him "in" this phonograph (life-write, sound write)
I hear his ironic speech (figuratively) whenever the louvered doors of the cabinet are opened.  Thanks all.   reid
 — netskyIam

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