Curing the Hide

old man
flannel skinned
love eroded
leather smile
malleable living

i am a youth
you are a parent
the rest of your life
my whole life
just the rest
your eldest is a child
aching to be a man
before you pass

salvation,
a pleasant memory
no faith in labor
the smell of rust
for the bloody favors
this is what will
and will always be

old man
glued to the earth
knows where it's interesting
has the ability to sleep
not conflicted
has love stained
on his bed sheet
that's how he believes

help me cure anxiety
without any whiskey
it's not how
a man should be
ripe from infancy
peeled in preparation
willing to feed
when love is plenty

Reviews

I really like the way that each line is short- it gives the poem a good flow. My favorite line is "glued to the earth". :)