wake late on wednesday,
remember your fathers’ mirror.
know that when all is mud and sundries,
it can be washed clean, clean as babies are.
that brings us back to chairs, that hold fear,
secrets, yet we are lucky in that
we have paid work, and he is not in
attendance.
these are old words.
sbm.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 4:43 AM UTC
wake late on wednesday,
remember your fathers’ mirror.
know that when all is mud and sundries,
it can be washed clean, clean as babies are.
that brings us back to chairs, that hold fear,
secrets, yet we are lucky in that
we have paid work, and he is not in
attendance.
these are old words.
sbm.
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