Daddy

DADDY

FATHER THINKS I ASK TO MUCH , SELFISH AM I FOR ASKING , I SHALL NOT ASK AGAIN
PROVIDER AM I , IT HURTS ME HARD , I AM IN THE TEMPEST , MENTAL GIVING BAYS
I SHALL NOT ASK AGAIN , TO BE HIT IN HEATED RAGE
SO CHILDLIKE I AM THE SLAVE
I FEEL FOR HIM WHEN HE HITS ME , HATE , ROLLS IN THE RUBBER ROOM
SO I CAN SEE ALL RED COME
SEDATE THE LOVE I FEEL IT SO , FLOATING BUBBLE EAZING WOE

LOVE I FEEL HE KNOWS ME WELL , BUT PUNISHED AM I NOT PHYSICAL
ITS DEEP WITH ITS SCAR OF UNCONDITIONAL TASK , AGAIN I WILL NOT COME TO ASK
PLEASE GO , I HAVE GIVEN ALL ,
COME BACK WHEN THE HEAT HAS BLOWN
AS THE SMELL OF HELL I DO DISOWN , IT HURTS ME FATHER , IT HURTS ME HARD
THE SHOT GUNS GONE I AM ONE , THE LIGHT IS LIT AND POPPED UNWOUND

DADDIES HERE , HE CONTINUES THE ROUNDS OF THE CARTRIDGE ROOM
I HERE NO SOUND
I'M BOUNCING DOWN , DRINKING HIS PIECES I COME IN TOGETHER
SILENT ,
WITHDRAWN ,
RECLUSIVE ,
AS LEPAR , SONS GROW UP IN TAPE MEASURES
IT HAS GROWN ON ME THROUGH OUT THE YEARS
MEANING TO BE THE GOOD SON HE'S ALWAYS HAD , LISTENING ONE ON ONE
I LOVE YOU DAD

BUT MY SIST HAS COME WITHOUT BAND AIDS , DADDY ALWAYS COULD CREATE
AS EVOLUTION , I SPERMED TO COLLIDE
INTO YOUR LIFE , I LEARNED LIFE'S RIDE
IN A BYCYCLE AS A WHEEL OF FATE
COULD YOU HAVE TAUGHT ME THIS , SPINNING
IN A MYSTERY OF PUNCTURE TODAY
AS THE WORDS GO CIRCULAR IN MY RUBBER ROOM
BUT BLOOD LINED SILENCE
LOVE , THERE'S NO INNER GENE DOOM
CUT IN RUBBER I SLIPPED AWAY , TO BUST AND BOOM AMONGST A LOVER
IN MOTHER
I SCREAMED YOUR NAME
THANKFULL GRATITUDE AS ONE , IT WAS BOTH DADDIES DAY
FOR LOVES MOTHER OF LOVE
I CAME
BLEW
AND BE GUNNS
TO SIT AND NOT CROSS I COULD HAVE ASKED , HIT AND BRIDGED TO SLAVE IN MASKS
I SIT RECLUSIVE IN THE LAST BATH , OF , LAUGH , LAUGH , SACRIFICIAL LOVE
ONLY TO BLOW , MELANCHOLY BUBBLES
UP
UP
UP
IN HEART.

2 / 11 / 1997

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All poems created by Davy. C. Green
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