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 #30 

April
2014


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a poem by Travis Blair (2 of 2)

Father Farewell

Who is this old man
with wild grey hair
lying lifeless in bed
whose empty eyes
stare into death
that will not come
for him?

Why do his blanched
lips move in silent
conversation
with no one
I can see nor hear
while tendrils
of medication drip
life-support
into veins collapsed
from far too many
needles?

Is this that same
virile stallion
who once mounted
women like they
were broodmares,
tossed down
shots of Tequila
while shaking his fist
in the face of God?

I say Pull the plug!
Let him go
to his well-deserved
peace
and I will fuck
a hundred whores
in his holy name.

© by Travis Blair
 
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