The Old Family Wallpaper
And then daddy died
On a sunny day in a car-wreck,
Leaving his flaws to his first born son
Confusing them as his own.
On a sunny day in a car-wreck
A boy struggled on, feeling every ounce of blood—
Confusing it as his own
Not yet seeing what lay just behind.
A boy struggled on, feeling every ounce of blood
In his veins, as he paints over the old family wallpaper,
Not yet seeing what lay just behind
Will determine his relevant near-future.
In his veins, as he paints over the old family wallpaper
Contemplating the shotgun wife that
Will determine his relevant near-future,
The alcohol level spikes. Just one more sip, he says.
Contemplating the shotgun wife that
Wasn’t all what he’d hoped,
The alcohol level spikes. Just one more sip, he says,
Sitting at the old oak bar in-between his shifts.
Wasn’t all what he’d hoped—
Shouldn’t it be better than just
Sitting at the old oak bar in-between his shifts?
His last of ten whisky shots kissing his breath… his life—
Shouldn’t it be better than just
Driving down a blue ribbon road at ninety,
His last of ten whisky shots kissing his breath… his life
Turning over and over, rushing his forgotten son home?
Driving down a blue ribbon road at ninety,
He reached for the clutch as a truck hit, his car
Turning over and over. Rushing his forgotten son home,
He protected his boy best he could.
He reached for the child as the past hit his now,
And then daddy died.
He protected his boy best he could,
Leaving his flaws to his firstborn son
To redeem.
© 2012-2014 Lex Vex
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