Friday, April 25, 2014

The Death of my Father from a Chair Away


Monday I can talk about the first time I seen him open his eyes

Looks like death.  Just nothingness.

They can say it’s the drugs

I say severe brain damage.

Stiff-back chairs and elongated lungs

Filled with black tar, snuff and cotton

Red vinyl lining squeaking stiff and peeling

Scabs, feet swollen shins

in and out hissing and everything is missing

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