Do Not Fool Yourself Father Poem by Martin Lochner
Do Not Fool Yourself Father
smoking, having a cup
of tea
fathers eroded cunning
face
talks gospel, salvation
and resurrection
pointing me
begging
'talk to me boy'
there is nothing to say
speculate all you want
think circles
think squares
think triangles
keep all your paper bound
existential geometrics
there is no back door
daddy
no escape
no rescue
no cause to run away
when the time comes
i am done here.
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