Thursday, June 18, 2009

to dad with gratitude

i would have liked to place a coin
  in your mouth for charon
  to carry you across the river styx

instead i got to listen
  few passages read without
  any genuine trace of 
  recognition of a human man's
  passage into 
  the great oblivion

all the while 
  remembering 
  the wonderful stories
  you concocted after
  each installment of 
  scheherazade's radio theater
  every friday morning

"demirbank demirbank demirbank"

tell charon a hundred years 
  is too long a time
  to listen to men reciting
  a text they barely understand

tell him he can have my golden bough
tell him he let dionysus pass once
tell him i owe him one
tell him you are a story teller
tell him you are my dad

tell him tomorrow is friday