Saturday, April 7, 2012

Disowned


    Severed -
    not cleanly but
    by the stroke
    of a pen:

    piss and carbon,
    the gall of it
    culled from candles  

    burnt on the roof
    of my mouth      like devotion.

    Heretic,    you, my maker,
    my religion, …   And, the word

    followed by words
    scrawled out:
    I am your father
           no more.

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