Hes a father,
a junkie;
and the junkie
trumps the father
as he chases the next bottle,
pill or reality eraser.
Blame is a game
he plays well,
spreading the cards around
and away from himself.
Anxiety is the gene card,
the get-out-of-blame
free card he passed
to his son, the one
who struggles to
understand
as best a six year old can
the confusion,
the father, the card
he was dealt.
Hes the son,
a child;
and the child will
trump the gene
as hes plucked from
the fathers wake.
Dealt a new hand,
he will play his own game,
no editing need--
reality unplugged.
~~Pam Patterson © 2004~~
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