i am not such
a sacrificial lamb.
when my body
says write,
i write.
(i hope he understands)
and will i move
so far away
that my father
cannot show him
how to drill
the drill?
bang two boards
together
and make
something?
but he will make
his own,
i know.
a sacrificial lamb.
when my body
says write,
i write.
(i hope he understands)
and will i move
so far away
that my father
cannot show him
how to drill
the drill?
bang two boards
together
and make
something?
but he will make
his own,
i know.
Everything oh kay? I'm enjoying the perplexing poetry, as always