it was the moment
my body fell limp
6.5 years old carried
in my big brothers arms
during the final casket receiving line
when i realized
i would never kiss my father again
that was the moment
my sanity didn’t survive
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no demons may cross my cumberland gap
you can’t get from her desert south west to kentucky
the archway of plenary indulgence is not her path
demons choked on fear and comeuppance lose their way
oh ye of little faith
was there ever any doubt
Jesus was from Elyria
that Ostara was from Kentucky
and that Lazarus was from Newark, NJ
but he got stuck in traffic for 10 years
on the high roads of rt. 80
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absent without leave
who can sleep
through the raging silence
of all our canceled parties
don’t you worry, working poor
the richest people
will always have access
to
food
clothing
shelter
sex
god’s offering plate
drugs to feel good
meaningless trophies
abortions too
so go on fighting
about the right
to wear a gun
but not a face mask
in your red Trump hat
and Walmart shoes
i blame robert frost
his cold methodology
his need to fill disused graveyards with
death’s dazzling white snow glamour
a slow creep crystalline across
an already shattered windshield
i blame robert frost
as i cannot blame
my father
my friend
or an absent god
for them forgetting
they had promises to keep
happy Father’s Day, dad
you were
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thank you for maple syrup
Do you think
Canadians feel like
they occupy
the spacious attic
of hell?
the moment he turned
and walked away
our world became peckinpah
i can no longer discern
whose blood
my hands are weeping over