Father

My father tightly gripping his escape

He knows Jim Beam better than he knows me

His drunk talks, vows he forgot he made

The bulletproof stage, hes superdaddy

He would pick a fight with the biggest guy

Let him throw the first punch before he'd swing

The morning He's greeted to a black eye,

A Hangover, and tries remembering.

"If he held a promise like he holds his drinks,

He'd be father of the year" My mom says.

His eyes always red, his breath always stinks,

Friday he hits every bar on the Rez.

And dad digs his grave with every stiff shot he tips

And buries himself with a bottle in his grips.


Some where in the sky, August, 2001