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on daddy’s drinking

My daddy spoke loudly, and acted deranged, I thought he’d done rehab and promised to change. It started with brewsky and ended with shot, so often repeated I quickly forgot, that his bum addiction – not I – was to blame, instead I hung low my head, weeping with shame. I learned to be agile, to counter and spar, although just the slightest nudge pushed him too far, if I stood up quickly or spoke out of turn, I’d soon bear the brunt of a cruel savage burn. He could not forgive his own failure at sea, self-torment and -loathing did fill him with glee, he’d bury his feelings and push them deep down, then starting at sunup his sorrows he’d drown. The drinking did little, but hurt harm and foul, drive into his features a hard lasting scowl, although toward the end he made more laughs and hugs, buoyed by a girlfriend and anti-sad drugs. I sorely do miss him, the old aged P, who’d give his right arm just to spend time with me, who loved a young grandson, that bounced on his knee, whose mouth ever uttered a deep I Love Thee. All hail the ancestors, the ones who are gone, whose exploits we recount in story and song, who harry, cajole, serenade, and inspire, who stoke up and tender a vast holy fire. Goodbye now, dear father, whose ashes now rest, I’ll double me efforts and give it my best. Aho.

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what the fuss

A thing was inside of me, but it’s now out, and I’m not so sure what the fuss was about. It was a tooth fragment, that had been left in, then pushed to the surface right under the skin, by forces within me beyond my control, the same ones that tug at and shelter the soul. The doc was a good one, he made a small slit, through which but the root and his pliers could fit, with minimal tugging and not too much strain, he quelled my discomfort and lessened my pain. He pulled out the fragment, with a steady hand, then told me a bad joke – the best in the land – then vanished while my mouth got swollen and bled, then came back to help me get up from the bed. It’s all out, he told me, with confidence vast, the proof of which lay in his completed task, Don’t brush it too harshly or sip drinks too warm, and thanks for behaving in such model form. Thank you for your efforts, for fixing me right, I said to him with an obvious delight, and fled from the premises swift as I could, back home to my great roaring fires of wood.

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on winter days

The driveway sits under a good foot of snow, with all of this whiteness there’s nowhere to go. I’ve sent home the servants and locked up the Rolls, stoked me a fire and banked up its coals. To make it quite cozy for you me and dog, we’ll burn through this pile of kindling and logs, together our spirits shall find their delight, while outside the winter winds howl up a fright. The muskets are loaded, the pantry is full, our feet are enveloped in socks made of wool, we’ve sackfuls of goodies and liters of gin, to us it’s a blessing when we get snowed in.

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There ain’t no sin and there ain’t no virtue. There’s just stuff people do.

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