Nimbus9

Where once we pranced with pride in our angst,To scoop the teen harden night,Listening to hair bands, with our winter's whiten skin, reddenUnder bedazzled 80's wear and worse hairWith the ebbs and flows of time and tide,With my family now, in my dorky father wear,We lay in the hug of the sand, and watch the sky explode on so many 4ths,and helped my children's baby toes dip to the infinite ocean,holding them, so they can feel the sea and the safety in me ,and for the wanting tickets of Arcadia, I'm a millionaire in Funtown tokens,for a million more you can "win" your millionth stuff animal,Where what's consumed, we roamed, hand holding my m...

      Dad drunk, Dad’s taking me fishing long that forgotten creek, there’s Indian skulls in the bushes, and we’re partners and pals in the Western way,   Dad pissing on the floor of the fireman’s hall,   feeling up the nurses in the old folks home, arms bundled in gifts, magic making, dreaming the wide white catholic guilt,    we’re ruddy little peasants farming dirt out Europe's end,    we’re mining deep in Pennsylvania til our lungs grow coal,                                         and smoking cigarettes when they don’t       Dad’s dreaming, talking with the ancients in the serial chat of disappointment, eyes unfocused on the...

Bars of soap, the 8 pack of toilet paper,things you think will last forever,like the Costco coffee,the jar that graduated to a jug,as a child I just assumed the scoop came with the can,now I'm scoopless as a grownupwandering through room-to-roomrailroad style home,waiting for the train to claim me,I mark the months by empty toothpaste tubesand papertowels, each garbage bag grabbed is closer to the end,each bottle fodder for the recycling binso I try to time the absence together,hair cuts, the need for razor blades,the wear of my shoes,aligned like the great conjunction of planets,with my pay, and all the forces, labor and lost-votesthat st...