![]() PapaA Poem by Erin Sky![]() dedicated to my dad, cynicised revolutionary in denial with a heart of gold surrounded by marshmallow and guitar strings![]()
Papa don’t be angry no more don’t holler back, change the channel Papa look at the pitcher i made for you in klas s’i and yu playin’ tag in the yard Papa i gonna bring yu more pitchers tomorrow and yous gonna teach me to dwaw oliphaunts we’ll make a pitcher-book for Mama Papa y’sterday Miss Baker taught us howda make windows that the sun peeps through when i’mma sleeping like we have in church with crayon dust and shiny paper red yellow purple green we made’em so pretty Papa when i grows up, i’mma make more windows and yous gonna make room for them in our lil house, and Mama will smile at them and see Jesus in the sunshine Papa and when I is older and taller and stronger and smarter too, when my hair are long and light and pretty Papa
i is gonna bring you a revolution lay it on your pillow i gonna give you a churchglass, weddingring heart and i is gonna bring you a revolution and no one’s ever gonna be apart. © 2008 Erin Sky |
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2 Reviews Added on March 10, 2008 Last Updated on March 10, 2008 Author![]() Erin SkyIthilien, GondorAboutI hear I'm a bit cryptic, for all my loquacity; I talk too much, due to all I need to say; I am Gemini, and astrology is bollocks; I'm narcissistic, and hate myself for it; I dwell in irony, in the ra.. more..Writing
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