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Dad Part 2
by Johnny CrimsonHe led me deeper into the woods
and showed me his new set up.
Buckets upon buckets of scrap metal.
This was an assembly line if I had ever seen one.
All the way to the left were shattered computer monitors
and busted CPU's.
From that point on things got smaller on the table.
All the screws lined up neatly, all the copper stripped and
tossed neatly into the buckets.
My father is making money living here in the woods.
He was trying to justify what he was doing.
He told me that I didn't have to worry about him.
"I'm a survivor, bud." "Just like you did in Iraq,
ya know?" "I'm going to be alright, don't worry about me."
My father is living behind a music shop in the woods and
panhandling for vodka. Making money off scrap metal he wanders
the empty lots looking for anything shiny. He sleeps in a make-shift shanty
where he tells me the rats keep him up at night.
*10 miles from there he has a queen sized bed in a beautiful
apartment with a roommate he just cannot stand.
I left him there with a hug and a smile,
drove home and stuck a shotgun in my mouth.
His next call will go unanswered. 11/17/2009 Posted on 11/18/2009
Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Boulender on 11/18/09 at 05:09 AM i hope you took the gun out |
| Posted by Anne Boulender on 11/18/09 at 05:09 AM of your mouth |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 11/18/09 at 03:19 PM Sometimes as you age, withdrawal is what you want. You detest being poked and prodded physically or mentally. You can’t help but realize death is close to knocking at your door and if you don’t fear it you wish not have people doting over you. Have you read Salinger’s “Nine Stories” particularly “A Perfect Day for Banana Fish”? If you haven’t you should. I think this is a much better write than same may realize. |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 11/26/09 at 09:08 PM Hello... thank you for stopping by and for your comments. I have read some of your work and like this well written piece, I must say.. they are quite intense, emotionally speaking! I will be back again, soon! alisa |
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