Duane
I’m Duane Call
And there are several us Duanes out there
But only one of them is me
So far as I know.
I’m not the Duane who is
A famed computer scientist
Though he is my father
And I his namesake
And he’s a helluva a good friend.
I’m absolutely not the Duane who is
A born again Mormon right winger
Though I am a Mormon
Possibly more accurately
I’m Mormon 2.0.
And I’m not Duane the bounty hunter
Yet.
I am the Duane that
Has lived in Provo Utah long enough to call it home
And to give a damn about it.
I am also, and most importantly, the Duane that fell in love with Molly Greenlaw
So deep in love with her and she with me that we’ve stayed together
Through the most raucous of times
All to have the opportunity to
Participate in the lives of
Our four other best friends
Taetum, Lola, Maude and Ruby.
That’s much/most of the Duane I am.
Though I am also the Duane
Who is the son of Duane and Tamra
The Duane who is a sibling of
Jason, Shawn, Devon, Anne, Anson and Beth
The Duane who fated upon the likes of
Shayne, Dave, Tom, Carla, Kristy, Jocelyn, Anthony, Liz, Joanna, Kurt, Carissa, Monson, Merkley, Spanky, and Russ,
Who have rescued me from Duane much more than once and reminded me of
The good Duane, who help me put away the dark one
and focus me on the Duane I want to be more of.
I am the same Duane that can’t see past his finger tips,
The Duane who paints with razors, blood, tears, spit and fists
The Duane who can’t sing much but sings all the time
The one that can’t write but writes volumes word by word
And the Duane who reads painfully slow so he sticks with
poetry and magazines and loves anything and everything Bukowski,
Except for maybe his later stuff where he writes too much about writing and being old.
I’m the Duane if you hadn’t already guessed that isn’t a fan of
But really thinks highly of Reed, Bowie, Young, Cohen, and even of Ms. Lewis.
Yes, that’s the Duane I am,
At least the part that happens to come to mind
And that I care to mention at the moment.
This could change at a later date.
So if you are looking for another Duane
And happened upon this Duane
The one that is me instead,
Search on,
If I’m the Duane you were looking for
Then lucky us…or something.