What lies behind a question mark?
Nothing.
Wrong. There lies a chance to completely **** up.

What is it that lingers
in the corners of your breath
Something like a cancer
or the things you never said
And if it is a tumor
do you know what you have grown
A burden of hypocrisy
for you to call your own
It's not about the masses
and the tissue you've destroyed
Those things become so trivial
the moment they're enjoyed
But that's when all the heaviness
begins to cut away
At every single part of what
you didn't stop to say
You want to know the answers
but forget to mind the time
And that is where the disconnect
begins to realign
The days that you are living and
the days that you have ceased
When night is like an enemy
that you yourself released
And you have hidden nothing, says
the terror in your voice
I guess you should've spoken like
a man who made a choice

Dear dad,
I feel so mad
Whenever I ever hear the word dad
It's like I've been stabbed

Dear dad,
My backbone has been peeled away from my skin
Where the **** have you been?
Without my back I've collapsed into a corner,
you've become a foreigner.

Dear dad,
'My rock'
More like a useless chalk
Crumbling in my hands
If I dared to understand.

Dear dad,
We may be            apart
But you don't even try
Why?
I can't stand our goodbyes.
A knot of words lingers in my throat
Scratching and crawling on my tongue to come afloat.
I don't visit often because every time I leave my chest breaks away,
Why don't you even try to meet me halfway?

Dear dad,
Slipping through my fingers
Into your ashtray
We have truly moved too far away
Even if I lived next to you, in the same ******* house, we are too far

Dear dad,
Lift your cigar
Cover in ashes, the star.
He has forever left an ashy scar.

I was watching TV
and the topic on the Geriatrics Show
was Life Support Systems -
you know, about how people are kept
on pipes and machines and tubes and liquid
and I hollered to my wife in the kitchen:
“Darling, if ever I become life-dependent
on liquids and machines, just get rid of ‘em
and free me…”

“Sure thing,” my faithful wife said
and she turned off the TV
and my cell phone and my laptop
and she emptied my bottles of wine and whisky
and then she turned to me and she said:
*“I just freed you.”