Thursday, October 22, 2009

Fuck you, old man.

We sat on your porch,
you, me, and your Lord,
discussing transgressions:
compulsions, desires, and needs.

They were never a taboo to you;
thus, you had become
her personal shame --
a memory of grandpa.
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2 comments:

  1. seraphOctober 22, 2009 at 7:14 PM

    Age does not always equal wisdom.

    Love the title of this.

    seraph

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  2. veroniqueOctober 23, 2009 at 2:34 AM

    I'm conjuring a wraparound porch and strawberry
    sunsets. The thing is: porches are such comforting creatures as are rocking chairs, and
    then there are those incomprehensible beings,
    human, for the most part.

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