[ dad ]

should we abandon this road
and shift into drive?
allowing the smoke and dust
to conceal our past
and settle silently on the reflections
that once defined who we were.
all this time I feel like we’ve been
stuck in-between gears–
waiting for a green light
to blind us with a
resolution for a revolution.

your cheekbones outlined with the
dead-end red tones—
and your lingo is wrapped in a sweet sugar,
a never-ending gobbstopper,
dripping, spilling, and drenching your lies
with a slime
as apparent as an awful actor—
giving way to the part that he plays.
more confusion and no conclusion
un-folding as you speak.

my heart needs appeasing,
but instead it’s screaming—
and I’m certain you can’t hear
the rapid beating,
you never really did notice
all that I am.
listen closely, lean over…
and perhaps you will
feel who I am.

young eyes aglow with flecks of fear,
could they be the same eyes
that studied you for years?
say it isn’t so!
say that an impostor
has taken over my soul,
turned me inside out,
completely around, torn and twisted.
i never meant to steer off course without you.

[ 12.00 AM ]