Cursing, I wish I could be done with you,
vomit your hairball words our common tongue
intoxicating us when we are young
the gift that’s poison, is our curing too
Even this harshness, your asperity.
You are so much alive within my head
silent when merely old, so vocal dead
Bitter white notes in which eternity
approximated, and the other lives
unlived. Regret in vicious biting tears
carve cheeks, break love. Pretend mixed nuanced years
waste. Kindness cut from mind with clever knives.
Our horrid parent, you’d wish to disown
so many poets, still your blood and bone.