FATHER FIGURES (C) 2008 HV
AKA my own daddy
STIPE’S DISCIPLE
THIS POET WRITES SONGS
LIKE SILVER JEWS, THE BAND
OR RICHARD-DUDE, THE MAN
ME AND MY POP ARE TWO
SCOTCH IRISH TEXAS TALKERS
WHO ARE DOING OKAY TODAY
MANY IN THEIR WAY
DAVE, EVEN, HIS DAD, EVEN
THE MO Y’ALL KNOW
NONE OF MY BROS THOUGH
I’M THE OLDEST BY A YARD
AND THE BOLDEST BY FAR
MICHAEL AT THE PLANTERS
SERVICE A LA SERGE
WINE DELIVERED BY PINE
THE COACHES DOOLEY AND RICHT
A FEW FORMER MENTORS I SHOULD MENTION
MAN, YOUR QUICK
THIS IS ABOUT DADDIES
ABOUT BEING YOUR OWN DADDY
MY FRIEND HALF-WROTE A HALF-BOOK
BY THAT ALMOST-TITLE
WHEN I WAS A FRESHMAN
AT GEORGIA, I LOOKED UP
TO HIM AND MY OTHER OLDER FRIEND
HIS ROOMMATE, ALL THREE
OF US, ARE IN
VARIOUS STAGES OF
RECOVERY NOW
I’M THE FARTHEST ALONG
BY FAR, A STAR, ALMOST
I’M BEING MY OWN DADDY
LIKE TWAIN, HEMINGWAY, FAULKNER
SO DON’T QUESTION SIR
I’M BEING MY OWN DADDY
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