Since

Since

by Cam M. Roberts

A backed up septic-tank
my Father was, so full of shit,
such an abundance burst
from his every orifice, call it
his mere offending presence – 

His drainage ditch of voice
from the foulest bowels
of his soul, blown out, riveted,
searing geyser of words,
bitch burning – 

Living under a bridge, my Father
did – The bridge is now haunted,
my Father even when alive
was like a ghost, invisible
or absent:

I cannot tell the difference.

 

© CMR, 2013
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About Cam M. Roberts

Actor, Writer & Poet. WFU '12. NCSSM '08.
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3 Responses to Since

  1. yasniger says:

    Reblogged this on yasniger and commented:
    ‘father was a rolling stone’… went an old song

  2. cftc10 says:

    Reblogged this on cftc10.

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