Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Boxing Day (for Daddy)

One more year has passed
With him insubstantial,
Buried under now seventeen anniversaries of resignation,
And the mantra Allah Has A Plan
And there's a damn good reason why
I was given six nothing years
To know of the man

Who I see everyday
In my eyes
My nose of too much character
My dented chin.

One more year has passed,
With him substantial,
Buried under now seventeen anniversaries of definition,
And the slow steady work of
Walking through smoke of when
I was given six nebulous years
To know of the man

More with death than with life
And the spaces between
Who left me with Ludlums,
And a Bob Marley tie.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Given what i going through at the mo i have found some solace in your words.Thank you

Cie Cheesemeister said...

Beautiful poem.
I never make very intelligent comments on poetry. Just that I like it!

Profane. Profound. What's your poison?