The Closing: Parenting 101

I remember her screams. Doors slamming

Bed sheets burning. The damning.

Door frame splintered, on concrete

Mama pilled out on pillows in front of T.V.  

The missing head of messiah hung from ceiling,

I turned it upside down in my room,

Revealing my one true calling.. The Anti.

Put the cigarette out.

Kill the smoke screen.

The father I knew was too busy.

He carried the load of a rich king.

So fuck a Monday thru Friday

And your work week.

Your taxes, your checks,

Fuck the weekends

I said goodbye to old friends.

No music, no art, no pen,

Poison in words, now spoken.

Thirty years later—we're open,

The anger, the rage, the closing.