Mongo: Poems: Taste of Spring in an Early Winter Chill

Wess “Mongo” Jolley

Poet, and Performance Poetry Promoter
The Raw Heart of Endless Fascination

Taste of Spring in an Early Winter Chill

When I was little I yearned to be big
but I got big all too fast and soon
I was dreaming of what it would be like
to be little again

When puberty chased me down
I celebrated becoming a man
until I began to sense
what it required

As a young man I lusted
after the gray bearded sages
and balding biker men who
who rolled through town every spring

Now my beard is catching frost
and I see my lost youth
in the eyes of the kids at the bar
who only want to drink and fuck all night long

I am big now dreaming of being little
and so I retaste my youth
on the lips of an eighteen year old
who doesn't yet know who he is

I know who I am and
I remember who I was
But in his naked embrace the two are not
as separate as I supposed

And who would have thought
that in an early winter chill
I am so content
to be so fractured