Father,
How did we come to the Hoover Dam
Talking about politics and the ineffectiveness of ineffective leadership again
I think I said they want to blow it up
We were in discussion over why some find motive only in opposing,
Where one cannot move to make one’s community any better
Without pointing to the threat of falling behind the enemy
Cold war game theory made you mention it
I’d wager, not knowing
Behind the hoover dam there are metric tons of silt and debris built up
It happens like that,
I joked about Deliverence
All the dead from the film who were flooded over after
John Voight came to understand the natural way of killing
Before he bit teethmarks into the broken pencil
in the glovebox of commercial disdain
And we travel
The car rumbles on through winter, you counter with
I wouldn’t have hesitated
I don’t know the scene he’s referring to… Too much build up
Something about an arrow in a quiver waiting to be released
A hesitant marksmen
Some suicidal self-defeating ideology
Failure
I think I talk more, because I want you to know I know
I think I know you
But I don’t
I thought of a story you told me about your father and vegas and maybe losing it all
These pasts undiscovered, perpetually enwrapped in suffering and flame
Threatening to walk off the ledge, while a mother screams him back
It’s my money, if I want to lose it
It’s my life
Another piece of debris wanting the other side to choose it
On the verge of tears
Thinking of how estranged, when words and what we do still share
Is not enough
To save me from fracturing from what was once
All me
How long till it breaks?
Damnation or just overflow
The nature of illness and deceit
What holds back the will
Tears now, grow
What is desire to learning a child
Breaking into pieces, death and endless
Even
Flow
Deliverance, and hope, and stupid lonesome
Beneath the open sky another task
To fill oneself up more
And become free
Wager me against the separation
Always double down on certain hands
A system, see
Dredge out the mermaid bones and
Airlift an importuned
Brilliant career seeking sanity
Safety
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