I am new to daily life,
I am new to mundane
An expert at insane,
Sugar addiction,
Love friction,
Lack of fruit for this
Cup I feel is never to
Full–
Lies in the cracks,
Lies in the backs that walk
This earth–
Oh God, I have no answers for the futures that
Await me–
Just kids play in the background–
I am weak in every way of the word,
I am on that couch again where you
Sit with me,
A couch family was rarely felt,
Its strips of rips of cloths of colors
Blurred blue now,
Embarased–for I can’t even spell it right,
Never did I like that house we lived in,
It was always shaking,
It was always faking its appearance upon
Me, mountain view behind us,
But heavy rocks upon us—
Where is wrath now?
Upon the world or in
The home? Safety was never
Found, church affairs, no one
Sees your family life, the way you
Use the knife with words to send
Your kids out the door, to tell your
Wife no more saying no to me,
I am the man, submit to me..
Hummmm…ahmmmm..
Really?