Pasha Satara

Rookie (Hagerstown, Maryland)

For My Half-Sister When The Biodaddy Died... - Poem by Pasha Satara

Lori, I tell you
it's like a lit cigarette in the dark...
it'll burn out.
Ashes to ashes
& all things like that -
day old cat food & dry skin
will go on,
but our father who art in heaven
is gone.

Lost causes are my specialty.
I can say: Randy Lee, pick up that guitar
&
Paco, put your hand on the lady's breast...
but they won't.

Lori, I tell you
it's like the lights are on & everybody's home,
but
it'll be empty & you'll be lonely in a crowd.
Ashes to ashes
& all things like that -
dirty dishes in the sink & PMS
will go on,
but our father, who art in heaven,
is gone.

Maybe we can do something
about rust in the drinking water
& chipped nail polish,
scratched CDs
& broken guitar strings;
maybe we can even make a difference
in domestic violence, hunger, war...

but

Lori, I tell you,
stay away from that gravesite.
You don't want to fall
& he doesn't really want to pull you in.


Comments about For My Half-Sister When The Biodaddy Died... by Pasha Satara

  • (4/4/2008 1:37:00 AM)


    Harsh, very harsh, as i'm guessing was the intent, and i'm guessing it is harshly true, too, no? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 31, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, April 4, 2008


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