Let be. I have come so far, skimming stone,
Do you know how hard it is? Do you know what it takes to Quickly make the mind follow. Forcing the pschye into submission. Get the troops out of Norway and into Denmark; and, oh yeah, I see dead people.
I had the best minds of my generation waste their time
At University. Looked at me with nervous pecking glances
Staring through the side of their head.
Eyes furtive, Continue reading A Son’s Lament (Let be, or not let be)
Think not me false; for you’re fat, and scant of breath.
Words of love and affection I spring toward
My son; and think yea, I love not thy father?
Now to my poison, no more of me (I barely have lines)
The end. Farewell, I’ll finish quick and leave
The men to theirs (you all have the monologues—you the most).
I, who brought you up to know the difference
From sucking, and being the sucker. (You did not have to kill Continue reading A Mother’s Complaint