On Reading Mrs. Old’s Father
from the stark realities that surround Texas
ISBN 1-931002-45-2
Petaluma, 2005
$10 (includes s/h)
Page 8
I really just wanted it to stay dark and cold
but the sun broke through &
hay got made
as sequenced chords do.
As
for Mrs. Olds
and her father’s death,
I think she got it all wrong.
A bastard is just that
a cold streak of years &
bad shoulders to lean on.
Oh admit it,
the only smell you’ll recall
is nearer to rum than bleach, Sharon,
you pissed away all that love
fantasizing him a soldier,
taut in the ribs
all the parts
of your favorite lover
of an Alleluia
of Glenn Gould’s hands
and such
I tried that too.
