Sins of a Father

Member since 2003 · Posted 19 Apr 2005 · 1 comment

Gouged from Gods thumb my minds eye closed, and my mother coughed a bastard to birch her with catkin. Blessed be the son who sang the lords prayer, coughed at amen; as the priest showed him heaven and a wet paisley handkerchief. Father wore our secret dressed beneath my eyes and Mother seamed for Jesus, Dog collars for devils drinking horlicks who read me Corinthians as I wet fresh cotton. Fathers Abstract stained windows of lead, shining on a darkness kept quiet in dove feathers he died that night at peace in bed.

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[8] Dovina 19-Apr-05/1:52 PM Reply

Why not use punctuation within the lines, since you're using it at the ends? I like "coughed a bastard" and "coughed at amen." But much of this eludes me.