Adjustments
My cigarette dangling dragon nostriled daddy
post war bared his teeth when he smiled.
“Go tell your father,” Mama would say,
“supper’s on the table.”
Wake him up, his fists would fly
dog paddling into the empty air.
Adjustments
My cigarette dangling dragon nostriled daddy
post war bared his teeth when he smiled.
“Go tell your father,” Mama would say,
“supper’s on the table.”
Wake him up, his fists would fly
dog paddling into the empty air.
