My God, my father, where do I begin? The newspaper’s full of blood and dirty needle tips, and I’m in love with my addiction even if I never was in love with you also, it’s all fine as the times pass.
My God, my father, where do I begin? Is it Adam in Minneapolis, or the loverboy buses – is it the crashing on the Hudson, or the summers we left? Is it the telephone ringing echoes blacked out on a park bench?
Is it the pills gone through the laundry or the quarry’s cancer drugs? Is it the sentences growing longer and more distant? Is it you, my father, who I’ve learned not to hate? Is it you, my little town, where I find myself awake oh so early in the morning with the ringing of the wind, the painted eyes of all the houses staring down on my back? You mythologized us, my brother, and you’ll pay for your principles, in every war chant, my god, we’re beginning.
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