PennyPoemPosting

I wonder who sent the tape

Perhaps a son

Grieved the loss of his father

Finds his old camera

And pawns it to the first

Person who found the ebay page

I wonder, had he known

His father had recorded

45 minutes of his life?

Imortalized sickly greens

And vibrant reds

His father

A man of tanned skin

And rustled grit

Gravel ground and

Croaky sounds

His father

A man of the eye

A man entranced

By the flower's sigh

And the butterfly's

Flutterby

His father

A man of imprints

For only 20 minutes

Is all it took

To know him despite

All the distance

I wonder if he had known

That his father had shown

That bulky eye, that which

Is the apple of his own

He

Metamorphized raspberries

And cherries

From lavenders

And fairies

In a lens of

Silvery night sky

I hope he didnt know

That his son would

Sell his soul for

44 US Dollars

Pave over that parchment skin

With that candied coated sin

How did you think you could win?

And still you choose

Swallow

Bite

Gnash

Grab

Leech forward without any hope of letting go

Lurch toward an empty hollow 

In hopes of running from that you call a soul

When was the last time you breathed?

Smoked?

Talked?

Listened?