Door
Knobs clog, puttering with-
Explanation-
by making stories
Sadness-
with clever quips
Corduroy
jacks can’t life the spare
A
circle of valor sleeps
As
all things mount
Some
visit the well
Some
transform in else
Many
tears will fall
This
you cannot defend-
But
from sorrow or Joy-
That’s
a game for playing
Jagged
symbols clash in sync
Burdening
the world you try to bring
Hems
of meanings strewn
Seeds
sown often listen to others
Sometimes
it’s better to be a friend
But
mainly you should be a father
The
claustrophobia of sentinels
The
silent echoes in the night
The
worried welts we build inside
All
worth the price of a smiling face
A
good father will provide
At
all costs, thinking only as to how
In
a land condemned by greed
In
a land alive with infamy
A
good father will protect his own
A
good father will protect his home.
