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Sins of a Father (Free verse) by Mona Lisa
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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Posted: April 19, 2005 8:27 AM PDT; Last modified: April 19, 2005 8:27 AM PDT
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