the world is unjust
unready for you, little one.
just hold on
just one moment — wait,
don’t go yet. wait
for me, my legs are slower
than they used to be.
brittle, you know.
you and i are both
don’t go yet. stay
just one moment.
i’m not ready.
Branch off me.
Form one child,
An image of me.
I am in them,
And they are in me.
My two daughters,
In the gaps between stars I can see.
The world is a blur but one image comes in focus,
A face they will remember as an aged version of their own.
My two daughters are staring at me.
I am a still image in a moving movie.
I love my children
more and more, they more and more –
love other persons.
Little life come alive
Inside this shield I've held so high
A blooming feel of happy times
A mother's dream has come to life.
In every means of satisfaction
You have been an inspiration
Towards a world always in growth
I know you'll be more, than the keeper of gold.
So little life, come alive
Make paths that dreamers never had
Build firm your happiness on every isle
Of life and its playful mind.
beckoned by bathroom in night
his death approaching like headlights in
in cars he careened into cornfields so
in women he obsessed over
poured over while rolling tea
in records he flips through
suffering alone, retracting into song
crucifix still hung over his jaded bedpost
lotion still sits on by his bed
where he lay debased and tempted
while his house breaths fissures
where his legacy sits truncated and dusted
in books of song
carpet collecting impressionistic stains
stove top counting days with soot
medicine cabinet reminds of his frivolous
when he was foolish and paid bills
before he was afraid to climb his creaking
before he delivered flowers to the funeral
before the acetaminophen ate his soul
A good way to prepare for
is to talk to rocks because they have similar
Yep, I'm guilty of being a rock to my parents sometimes...
When you told me
I was going to be a dad to a baby girl
All my doubts and fears
Were suddenly one: