6:00 AM – Handwritten Poem – (Hour 22)
Hour 17 : Kaleidoscope
rotating my personalities everyday kaleidoscope
Notes on Being a Dad (24)
He’s gone back to school
pursuing welding
and he’s still making his art
as unhinged as ever
when his son asks to talk to the mother
he doesn’t fight it
even though she traded him for substances
and she makes no attempts
he wants him to make whatever decision he will
to form his own opinions about his family
his kid, to him, isn’t a weapon
or a bargaining chip
but a fully formed being needing a little guidance
there are those who say I’m not ready to be a dad
because mine left before I was born
to them I point out men like this
who are better fathers
than he could have hoped to be.
Hour 23: The cage
In this world, I wake up with the sun
And go to sleep in the company of moon and stars
The days are filled with mirth and laughter
The humans, birds and animals live together as one community
No throats are slit, no gas chambers for anyone
Food is what nature grows in abundance
But Hark! This world exists only in my head
In the real world, I am just a parrot
With clipped wings in a golden cage..
Thank you
I have been a recluse througout this marathon. I promise that I will read at least one of your poems and comment on it/them.
But first, restorative sleep.
Take care of yourself.
You did it!
ET’s Science Project
Too much carbon in the air
made them all machines.
Squared lips, rounded jaws
of organic steel.
A world of hot diamonds
and melted glass
upon which they roll
on titanium pegs.
A strange experiment!