Keep It Moving Lard-Ass
Emotions scatter like cow-chip manna
across vast rolling hills, causing an afflicted
man, too old to cause misery, too brash to
apologize, to seek comfort. A Hermit Crab
scurrying to receptions, readings, auditions, gigs
then back to the shell of family without too
much interaction. Quickly now, back to
the knoll before another set of friends reacts
in horror to the infantile state that manifests
sporadically, persistently ruining the love once known.
Domestic probation means submitting to close
scrutiny, walking under glass and nail
ultimatums that threaten to crash down
with the slightest slip into laziness, away
from responsibility or into sub-par fatherhood.
Solutions lie in gentle strokes between
happiness and stress, arching the worries over
pits of uneasy anxiety to the soft moss of security.
Still, this brain, this feeble semi-adult heart fears
any prolonged exposure can cause even angels to flee.
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