and your answer was that
your father arrived still born,
not in the literal sense, I'm thinking
looking at you, looking at me
I notice you're reeling
and I'm still thinking,
still born, you say
are you sure?

the assumption you made was all wrong
full of manufactured conjecture,
convictions based on amoral consumption
without constitution,
and you thought all you had to do was show,
stroke.
pull and lean back
without any thought for what comes next
ramifications to tame
and then you spoke …

wasting my time with your coddled excuses
throwing yourself on your missing backbone
no spine.
hardness in all the errant positions
and you call yourself, caring
compassionate
understanding
sensitive and sweet

trashing your own without pause for reflection
traipsing through the web
searching.
for anything that comes close to daring
in your twisted mind,
catch a sleazy thrill when no one is looking
you filthy, depraved cyprian
sell out your children to orphans
slash through your wife,
and your answer to that
was…

05/28/2008

Posted on 05/29/2008
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