Monday, June 22, 2009

I don't know if anyone has been observant enough to notice that I've been silent on this issue for the most part, but I figured it was a good time to break the silence. I don't really talk about my dad...for personal reasons. We don't speak, he and I. I haven't actually seen him in...maybe five years...I dunno. It's been a while.

Anyway, I wrote a poem today.


Father's Day

You always were the funniest man I knew,
hat backward
arms flapping at dinner
never afraid to tell a dirty joke
to your adoring fans:

Long drives waiting for
"a flash across the sky"
Flash Gordon's ghost will never die
Your taste in music disseminated.

Last night a woman I'd just met told me
I should take my comedy
on the road.
As hard as I try
to be nothing like you
I fail.

Just like you expected me to.

Happy Father's Day.




Stan said...

You know I live with my 90 year old Dad and we have never clicked. I don't get him nor he me. I think now we just tolerate each other and I know my boundaries with him. Too bad because if I ever had a son I'd want to be as close as I could be with him.

Viewtiful_Justin said...

That's kind of how I feel. It's his loss, though.

Melissa Blake said...

Justin, what an honest piece. I'm glad you realize whose loss it really is. <3

Adorably Dead said...

So very bittersweet.