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Jim Morrison's Cub Scout Uniform

15 April, 2017: Jim Morrison's Cub Scout Uniform


by Alan S. Ambrisco
Jim Morrison's Cub Scout Uniform
There it is, encased in glass, well-pressed
and lit up at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame,
some vestigial remains from the third grade,
unremembered as a tailbone,
as popular as an appendix. 
So this is how it happens:
cocaine lullabies and paroxysms of despair
giving way to square knots and merit badges,
a mother’s last revenge on the boy who renounced
her with hip-grinding and acid flashbacks.
We all look at it and shuffle wordlessly away,
preferring to contemplate Madonna’s pointy bra
and David Bowie’s kabuki-like straight jacket.
That’s how we wish to remember them—
fierce as wrecking balls
poised for demolition.
“Jim Morrison’s Cub Scout Uniform” by Alan S. Ambrisco, from Cactus Heart 5. Fall 2013. Used by permission of the author.
Alan S. Ambrisco is an associate professor of English at the University of Akron, where he teaches courses in medieval literature and poetry writing workshops. His poems have appeared in Great Lakes Review, Kindred, The Red Rock Review, Sheepshead Review and Whiskey Island Magazine, among others.


Write a poem on one item in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, the Pro Football Hall of Fame, the National Baseball Hall of Fame and Museum, or one of the museums comprising the Smithsonian Institution.

Chantelle Brady
A memory

Five Days in DC
All I have are memories
of a big large boat

an Indian boat
longer than any other
than I have noticed

A great vacation
filled with museums, learning
and so much, much more.

Three days in New York
to follow the DC trip
finished the learning.
4/20/2017 3:18:11 PM

Hope Diamond

Blue sparkle shines from this famous gem.
So many come to see the radiance,
And wonder where had it been.
4/20/2017 12:23:13 PM

Diane Kendig
As I've told Alan, I love this poem. It reminds me of the moment my husband and I stood looking at that tiny, tiny uniform. "Yes," my husband said, "But where is Grace Slick's Girl Scout uniform??"
Ryan and NK, thanks for taking up the prompt challenge today. Neat poems!
Lynn, we are living in a very rich vein of poetry that's being mined here in NE Ohio. I'm not sure this project could be maintained so long in other regions.
4/20/2017 9:49:01 AM

The Statue of Gerhig, Robinson and Clemente at the Baseball Hall of Fame

Three men forever symbols of courage
The hopes and sorrows of many rested on their burdened shoulders
One, bearing number 3
Was second on his team to a larger legend but first in the hearts of all due to tragedy
His time cut short, he taught us how to apprecicate what we got, despite a bad break
He was the luckiest man

Next up was the first
The first to break a barrier
The first to hear their insults
The first to inspire a race that his was not inferior
He was now the equal and in many instances greater
Greater than his teammates between the lines of
The balll game and the game of life
His time cut short; his influence lives on

The wrong color and the wrong language
The right heart, the just heart
Happy childhood, playing a child's game
Gave and gave, the great hope of an island
He spoke the beautiful language after playing a beautiful series
Never forgot where he was, had been
His time cut short to save the victims; he became one himself

Their numbers; 3, 42, 21 are not lucky
They're great
They're the numbers of courage, sacrifice, honesty
They're the greatest numbers in the greatest game
4/16/2017 4:15:18 PM

Lynn Powell
Alan, what a terrific poem. I'm so glad to have discovered your work here. And, Diane, thanks, as always, for your wonderful work for poetry. I'm inspired!
4/16/2017 9:35:39 AM

N. K. Hasen
Abraham Lincoln’s Top Hat

A black silk top hat stares out behind a glass box
Old with age, it has seen many events unfold
Its wearer, most important man in America: President of the United States during the Civil War, Lincoln
Been at the telegraph office waiting reports
Had walked with its owner across bloody battlefields
Sat on top, a visual cue for any enemy sniper bullet
Was in hand when meeting with officers and other dignitaries
Mourned the death of Lincoln’s son
Having a black band placed around the silken frame
Was probably riding with Lincoln when a shot was fired by a potential assassin
But couldn’t save Lincoln from his prophesized dreams
For they both walked into Ford Theater together
Only one left with severe wound to the head
A top hat witness slaining of a great man
Saw being sheleved for a few years
Afaid some would try to take it away
Now a treasured artifact on display
It sees children briefly stop, wondering why is this black hat so important
As they turn their gaze in awe of a torn flag
Riddled with bullets durning the Civil War
On a wall a couple yards away
4/15/2017 10:28:14 PM

READ + WRITE: 30 Days of Poetry is a collaboration between Cuyahoga County Public Library and poet Diane Kendig. Our thanks go to Diane and the poets of Northeast Ohio who allowed us to share their poetry.