Clouds break and cascading syrup beams of gold stream down upon a crumbling but, still standing shell of a city that was great - then broken - now, still fighting through blinding blood and pain. Rising silver-laden contrails cover the clouds like a silver sky with a cloud-shaped lining. Above me, red, yellow and purple [...]
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“Dad” a poem by my son
My son had an assignment where he had to write a simple, four line poem. This was the result. I'm trying not to have my head explode. Dad.
Growing up, strange
He's holding pill in hand Making train noises to encourage me Except I'm the father and he's the son Still I don't think he sees He's spouting superliberal semi-communist politic While I can only stare It wasn't long ago I remember He had cartoons on underwear I wonder who he is becoming This experiment out [...]