Isn't it funny how <br />they always want money <br />the smell of wet wool <br />and cigarette butts <br />a radical and revolting figure <br />he mumbled <br />as if drunk or dense <br />when all at once <br />I heard each word <br />of every language ever spoken <br />past or present <br />he said to me that <br />that was his name <br />I gave him money <br />and opened up my mouth to speak <br />for the very first time <br />nothing came out <br />he smiled <br />a proud and toothless smile <br />as if I'd said <br />Dad, I want to be just like you <br />when I grow up <br />I think I loved him then <br />or he loved me <br />or both <br />or not <br />but love was there.<br /><br />Steven Silent Wolf<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/5-pentecost/
