reach yr dead hands up to
the surface
teach them to burn flags
to assassinate kings
all solutions create new problems,
and so the trick
is selective blindness
sat there in the back yard and
pointed out jupiter and
venus to my sons
spent most of my time
worrying that i was failing them
days got colder until we
ended up at zero
sick at christmas
sky of dirty glass
say to her i am not you and
then say you are not wakoski
say you are not atwood
it helps to be alone
it helps to believe in
redemption
we will all end up dead no
matter how many gods
clutter our rooms
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