FATHER'S GHOST. (STRONG LANGUAGE)

[dadio]

Marsrig remembers his father’s
Home returns, the banging of

Doors, the air stinking of booze
And curses, his mother looking

Apprehensive like some rabbit
Frozen in headlights, the fuck

Words, the one-sided fights.
He settles to his drink now,

The girl beside him staring at
The spider abseiling the wall,

Her eyes focused as his mother’s
Were before the first slam of

Fist and the red mist. He sips
His drink, the girl fucks well,

Has limitations, has her blonde
Days, her brunette days of not

Remembering, knowing insufficient
To forget. He lets the drink tingle

His tongue, and then swallows.
The girl watches the spider fall

To the floor and out of sight, her
Hand feeling for his penis, the

Wanting of, the lovemaking of
The night. His father’s ghost visits

Him on the dark days, his deep
Brown eyes, his heavy breathing,

His raised hand threatening a hit.
He misses him not; not one jot.

The funeral in Chicago had been
A three people affair: him, his

Mother and the priest, no one
Else was there. One gets the end

One deserves, he muses, feeling
The penis stiffen, the girl’s eyes

Lighting up her dull life; just a girl
He picked up, a bit on the side,

Not his lover, not his frigid wife.
He sometimes thinks his father

Watches his lovemaking from the
End of the bed, sitting there blank

Eyed or in a corner smoking phantom
Cigarettes or just in his own head.

[saw]

a fast paced scene where you have done a fine job of creating tension and all the details to bring it to life........

[dadio]

thank you Saw.