potion

my father is forgiving himself
for he has sinned

your mother is
suffering

from aphasia, gulping in
oxygen

like

a fish extracted
from the ocean

i begin the process
of making a love/
romantic potion

sucking up blood
and sweat with
this syringe

then squirting it
into the orifice
of your face

while you are asleep

you can't taste a thing
but come morning

you will love me madly!

(and i will accept this long-overdue
passion gladly

our father's take to
their knees
praying

forgiveness for their sins

(too numerous to be counted)

odd,

god just bankrupted
the corrupted
accountant

now he cries
dollar signs

from blind(ed)
eyes

while we apologize
to one another for

all the lies or
failed tries

by tightening these ties

and sliding beneath sheets,
between eachother's thighs

with a serpent's ease

and, lastly

even though neither of us is
present nor capable
of being so, we both
can hear (clearly)

a bright green
apple falling

from the tree
in an eden

which exists only in an alternate
and so very distant reality