Poem: The Freak by Mark Tulin

Previously posted on Pencliff.

My father

bought me

an accordion

when I was a kid.

He said

it would help

my asthma,

pushing

the bellows

in and out

over again.

But I knew better,

it was only a ruse.

My old man wanted me

to play polka music

to impress his corny friends.

The Beer Barrel Polka.

The Pennsylvania Polka.

To play in a Mummers’s Day parade.

I’m really a freak,

a grungy beatnik,

I told my dad flat out.

Just get me an electric guitar

and a great big amp

so I can crank up the music

and play in a heavy metal band.

©️mft

8 thoughts on “Poem: The Freak by Mark Tulin

  1. I read this, then read it again and again – it’s very simple but also full of meaning. Maybe that’s just because I never understood things worked with my father or my kids. 🙂

  2. Beautifully expressed with direct words. You are a very talented poet that can even reach people not used to reading poetry because of your directness. Loved it! Photo combines perfectly.

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