When You Punish Your Son For Dreaming His Dream

When You Punish Your Son For Dreaming His Dream short poem

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In the spare room
again after homework
flat on my back
headphones on my ears
drumming the air in a flashlit arena
nonspecific screaming from adoring fans

then the splash of cold water
the lights come on
your unshaven face
teeth bared in a grin
song shorting out
your voice overriding
telling me to do something
with my miserable life
after I’d done everything
you told me to do

thirty years later
I got your note from the home
where us kids voted to place you
keep you safe from yourself
asking me why
I never came to visit,
bring the grandkids
and maybe a splash of brandy:

here is your answer
now please fade away

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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