Is it strange when I see
my cousin's name and face
in an email from school
Damned if I didn't know
he was eleven years
older when he destroyed
In his own way my soul
along with my brother
with tag-team torture games
Only five when I met
this young man in high school
he thought he was real cool
Trouble is he still does
as does my sole brother
heartless from age seven
Still they gave me an axe
to grind to hate my own
alcoholic family
Denial I didn't know
I suppressed in my guts
until I left college
Even my own parents
didn't know what to do
I fell into a void
Nothing but a sucker
to their puerile choices
I got called all the names
I lost my mind from stress
of learning the effects
of alcoholism
Ask the alcoholic
dead in his ashen urn
or maybe in heaven
Laugh at the metaphors
for places we visit
post-death hypocrisy
Liquor did its job well
it bonded the elders
with drink took off the edge
Inhibitions removed
they danced to the music
and drank cashew feni
Quarrels with dad got me
a backhand bloody lip
my school friend can attest
Understand they weren't bad
people they didn't know
better they forced a schism
Only my dead father
could undo between them
without apology
Relating as normal
people with me I stay
away and they divest
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