I discover my shoulder is not too broad
to shudder life's tumor
& my eyes become pages of sad songs
with broken lyrics
as I pick up his boots & carve his map on my palm.
I am too naive for this road of strangling struggles
when I change my name to his & wear his shadow coat.
I am now like a boy who doesn't know the path homeward;
hounding astray in disastrous dismay.
--I become a lord of household weeping to a ragged moon.
It's sad what my father's shadow breeds
--a heavy night that darkens my light
& darkens my desires
night that tackles with a thunderous dirge.
My father's skin keeps drowning me
like a storm of a deep sea
& I keep falling into it's labyrinth depths.
I now know why some boys went and never returned
why some fathers left from their homes
& found another place to call their own
I now know why...
when I wear my father's skin.