Tag: Son
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Waiting for a sign from the unknown
Reaching out to the dead. This is a perfect night for listening to the rain. There is nothing worth watching on television, which is sometimes my refuge from reality, so I lie on the bed, not in bed, but on the bed with my cat keeping me company on the end of the bed, and we…
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The silence of the dead is deafening
When I was twelve years old I rode my bike twenty miles to sit at my brother’s grave. I talked to him through the earth. I asked him if he could hear me.
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Dead son imagines calling his father
What do you expect, being born on Friday the 13th? That was my fate without me knowing it and the madness that followed, followed the madness that followed the madness.
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Hoping for a ghostly kick in the rear
It made him laugh, bitterly of course — that his being totally alone was Cosmic Justice, Karma, Payback from ‘God,’ whatever you want to call it.
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Body bag blues
An uplifting poem for Father’s Day Got the body bag blues Reckon I paid my dues Father, brother, mother, son, wife All dead and gone, deprived of life. Just me now so screw it Gun to the head — Do it!
Mary Saves the Day 