he never wore blue jeans

family | poems

in the besiege of days when your
cold hands entrap an older man
acceptance enwrapped in
bittersweet memory-all the world
is your cage to step the path of rage
so long unsure where nothing seems
to matter anyway yet for you
a Titan manufacturer of goods
irreverent so greatly misunderstood
standing for the worker as he would
decisive respectful of people in the know
spiteful of every enemy choosing his battles
keeping his demons well hidden inside the family
emotional deeply damaged big daddy
a partner for his Penny give her a Cadillac
business where he thrived/relationships made him scream
he never wore blue jeans
off-beat never found his niche
thought his mother was a bitch
had a soft spot for his brother
but hated his sister in-law
because she thought he was too rich
there were cars and bars and family trips
there were yachts that docked-the 5pm dewers sips
a cooler dueler duly noted singer bread winner
would be hard to find
dancing the night in time to unwind with his
beautiful wife
and the kids were as loved as rare bottles of wine.

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