feelings are not always personal

dealing with my sons depression is though

the self doubts

the derisive shouts

and insults he directs towards me

as he justifies his bad behaviors

and failure

to get anything done

well like his mother he is finding

out that not everyone likes you

or is prepared to tolerate his or our bullshit

and after all why should they?

that being said i sit here in

an air conditioned library

espousing my poetic talents

and virtues

to ensure

that the upcoming shower

cleanses my body

as these words

should cleanse my soul


for shelly