me and a troubled world

in this troubled world
my worries weigh little
tho´ heavy on my shoulders

socially awkward
i seek to dance in my poems
a sublimation
that i don´t quite manage

two

about my father :
a time his fire raged
now a pummice stone in the bathroom
is the only witness to past passions
a stone now used to rub away the stains
the reminders of life lived

about his son :
stupid
foolish
melodramatic
romantic
depressed
would like to be on the golf course
and then to dive into egyptian fleshpots