Dad got drunk last night.
I saw his real face. Ugly,
Petty, cruel; oh, so small.
Pretend like nothing
Happened. That’s what we always
Do. I can’t; no.
I’m burning up. To
Keep silent will be a chain
On my children’s necks.
Ever bound to do
What he did, whether they want
To or they do not.
I refuse to serve,
To perpetuate this lie;
I will go, alone.
The storm to come will
Wash everything into the
Streets. No more hiding.
No identity
Will be secret. All will be
Revealed. Get ready.
Oven cleaner on
Your babysitter’s forearm
When she misbehaved.
Cat cast out when he
Would not stop watching baby
Brother as he slept.
When the monster’s in
The Bible he is not so
Scary. If you let
Him out, better run.
Stepmother picks and plucks her
Face for hours, then
Rages without stop.
Your nightmare in the daylight
Now, who can save you?
They sold you a tale,
Where crib death was a laughing
Boy, carrying you
To neverland. Now
Peter will not leave, and you
Worry for the kids.
I met you halfway,
Delivered my heart, but you
Expected my soul
Look out your window,
I will not be there, I have
Evaporated.
You taught me that no
One would love me again, and
That was never true.
Peacefully I rest
In her arms, if I only
Knew where the rest was.
Nude again, she had
To wonder, if she wasn’t
Enjoying it too.
Inconsolable
Because his deed was truly
Unconscionable
Herman’s Hermitage 