04/07/24 "Middleman"

A light breeze
of self-importance
is against me
as I sit on
the front porch.
Nothing ever slows.
Son and father.
How many children?
And how many
of them are grown?
Face of the eternal
upon a weary mind.
Aren't you just
a corporate slave?
I talked to my
ancestors about
a secret, then
pushed my car
into the river,
drowning every
mention of my sins.
The wind is colder now,
as I am between youth
and the forgotten age.
I settle on feeling
nothing
and walk back home.


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Ally F.V.