the future,
an open voucher.
"son, it'll all be well:"
something wise to tell!
borrowings from the
   dark--
unexpected emotions to
   embark.
hefty hopes,
but only present
   moment copes.
foresight in eyes
means mind in sighs.
his son's point opposes,
trust in dad crosses.
in sound judgement?
not positive in
   movement!
felt brokenness,
betrayed and bitterness.
hate gave way to anger.
a loose hanger.
quite a weight to
   borrow,
so much in needless
   sorrow.
get a gun on the street--
"get to go on that beat!"
all's been the seeds
of murderous deeds.
counsel of possibility?
his was only blood in
   actuality.
a late fall evening,
and a clear sky with no
   meaning:
'tabula rasa of my own--
sailing to the unknown:
the morrow as a
   by-gone,
why, ride the bull by the
   horn!'
feverish turn.
partying with her you
   burn.
armies on the go.
none but their own to
   bow.
the goal straight-
   -crowned,
what can go wrong?
dissipated dreams.
blood in streams.
foggy night grab the
   gun.
shot dad in the head and
   ran.
'unreal city!'
thought he's good and
   witty.
familiarity is a creed.
murdering your dad is
   not a treat.
in the mind lingers the
   stain.
hate'll deface your
   brain.
denial would be lonely
   grief.
regret will tarnish you
   like a falling leaf.
treasury to inherit now
   becomes but a waif:
how does a sweet past
   vouchsafe?
-NOTE: the words quoted in line 43 (" 'unreal city' ") are from T. S. Eliot's Wasteland.