Over (k)Night

Your father’s life teeters on the cusp of death

And the woman who loves you grows tired of your (according) “mood swings”

We continue to hope for recovery…


Be gentle with her open heart


lose the power you hold

in your hands

Curtain Call

Even behind closed doors,

the windows tell the truth…


On the day she said she was proud of him

and no longer wanted to hide their love,

He quit…


there were too many other pretty girls