Paint on Jolly Roger, paint on
In my head you'll stay a parroquete
forever singing the same song
Because the anvil of what's truly mine
And what I will become
Has long forgotten
Lost it's spine
And comes like shot but all undone
Everyday we write two words down
But can't get past word one

But then just when I have thrown my last
Trinity pebble out of an infinity pocketed
Rocketed off this moldy coast
I'll be reminded once again
That my father's son is a holy ghost

Copied photostatic and torn out enigmatic
I'll take down your location on my map
Bury it in sand and run like a rabbit

Poetry by lou bergs
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Written on 2005-06-24 at 00:19

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Theo, Nicely done! I found myself remembering my own relationship with my father...can be hard I know! Even for we girls!
2005-07-09 Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
when I read this I perceive a difficult relationship between son and father... where a father isn't too present in the son's life and maybe unreliable in his promises... I'm thinking the son has finally made the realization that it's not worth the deception and pain anymore... I could be wrong too but that's what I understand of this tale... it's nicely written... the wording kept me interested in wanting to know more. Thanks for sharing :)


chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
i'm not sure i understand your message here, other than picking up on father son relationship.