Enroute To The Pawn Shop, With...


YEAH , keep it secret

I'm so blessed,

For, I have seen the face of God!

It's found upon a newborn's face,

In that which is the miracle

Of birth and newborn life.


HOW strange it is, that

Such a tiny blood and mucous-covered thing,

(Yeah, with head so strangely formed,)

Indeed, should be the

Most profound beauty,

My eyes have seen, or ever will!


YET, all my blessings I did squander,

All of them, in one fell swoop.

(Please keep my errs a secret, friend,

For yes, indeed, I was a fool.)

FOR, as he grows,

And should he ask,

(And truly, ask he will)

Why daddy has a separate home,

Why mommy has a separate house,

Why each have others in their beds,

Why neither speaks about the other,

‘Cept in dissonant tones...

What shall be the words I choose?


I think, I reflect, I redirect,

I can vaguely remember

something once

...erroneously erect.


I think of how my thing had wandered,

Far and fast away from her.

I think of how his mommy's thoughts

Had wandered fast and far from me.


And, as I walk,

These things I ponder...


En route, to the pawn shop, with

A single band of gold to hock.



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