Bottled Blues...

Fathers Ferment

The day you were born I saw an old man being picked up to his feet

Regrettably I regret to say I saw everything from the sore state of his side

I saw everything from the sore state of his side to all his stains on his sheets

He flared his nostrils as they helped him up to his seat

He must have wanted to recline his mind

As he must have had one of the worst feelings inside

The worst feeling for a man is when he swallows his pride

The God forsaken smell he must have smelt

He must have smelt as everybody knew that he dealt

The God forsaken smell gave a whiff you wouldn’t begin to believe

The stains were his shame and they were in full view for all eyes to see

I began to imagine his pain as he watched a wasp whisk away

He watched a wasp whisk away straight through the window pane

I bet he wished he could have whisked too so he could interact with the insect

I watched as he watched a withered spider

He watched the withered spider as they washed it away

They washed it away with its severed head and all its severed legs

It was heartbreaking to watch him to say goodbye

To watch him say goodbye to what it seemed to be a lifelong friend

My eyes were transfixed but I wasn’t intentionally investing interest

Strangely I found him interesting as I inspected him introspectively

The funny thing is felt like all eyes were on me

I have a funny feeling he wishfully waited for our eyes to meet

I could have sworn I saw his smile surrender as his eyes greeted me

It’s as if the old shaman’s senses saw something

It’s as if the old shaman saw what was going to savagely separate our family

Why didn’t he speak?

That’s the question that has always stuck with me

My senses told me to familiarize myself with the facilities familiar faces

As it turns out the facilities familiar faces are faced with the responsibility

The responsibility of fundamentally the fables fatal fatality

The fables fatal fatality occurred after me and your mother smiled simultaneously

Me and your mother smiled simultaneously as you screamed in search for speech

You screamed in search for speech

I knew it wasn’t long before you would be able to speak

I wanted you to speak in hope you could grow up to be man of your word just like me

I wanted you to grow up to be a man of your word so you could one day challenge me  

I knew it wasn’t long before you would be up and running on your feet

I wished you could run so you could run with me casually away from the pain of the casualty  

You couldn’t

So I ran alone which led me clinging to a bottle at the side of the road

As I clung to a bottle at the side of the road the hooch in my heart began to take hold

The hooch in my heart began to take hold

The hooch has a firm grip it will never let go

It will never let go of me but I’ll never let go of you

Hush little baby take a sip of your fathers fermented brew

As you sip let your heart ferment so your mothers a forgotten memory to you

Baby's Brew

I knew from the moment he stepped in he saw things others couldn't see

I could tell by the weary way he looked up at me

As he looked up it was as if he wanted to rearrange my face mentally

As he looked up it was as if he began to rearrange my face with the use of his mental capacity

He looked up at me to bring disorder to the order in order to disrupt the binaries

With disdain on his face he began to deconstruct my face

He began to deconstruct my face taking away my mouth and wanting to put another eye in its place

I felt empathy for him as I empathised my speech

It’s as if he wanted my eyes to hold all the emphasis

It’s as if he wanted to move my hands over my mouth so I couldn’t speak

It’s as if he wanted to rearrange my words in my sentences alphabetically

It’s as if he wanted to teach me the basic basis of using a well based vocabulary

I could tell from his frown with my constant used of consonants

It’s as if he wanted me to reconsider the use of my vowels

It’s as if he wanted me not to be afraid to be adventurous to add to my assortment of nouns

It’s as if he wanted my mouth to slur something scintillating

Slur something scintillating and for my lips to do something else

It’s as if he attempted to rework my rhythm of speech

Attempted to rework my rhythm of speech using sympathy to synthesize a symphony of thought

Using sympathy to synthesize a symphony of thought to string together letters

To string together letters in order to create a melody from my mouth

At times it looked like he wanted to refigure my anatomies architecture architecturally

Refigure my anatomies architecture architecturally with the use of adjectives

With the use of adjectives to inscribe and describe through the use of his eyes

Through the use of his eyes he seemed to want to rip out my oesophagus

He seemed to want to rip out my oesophagus over my misuse of my adverbs

But somehow I felt his pain when he realised he’s not always a man of his word...