comes to visit …
She does’nt know.
Know what?
That you’re my daughter.
Who am I, then?
A long lost relative.
He Worked in a Bowling Alley
Under the table,
so I don’t screw
up my disability.
Unsticking stuck
balls, fitting stinky
shoes, collecting
cash from the crop
du jour of the
great unwashed.
No one there’s
gonna tell. They
got their own secrets,
No worries about
bubblegum, athlete’s
foot, or the current
flu, passed bill to
bill, ball to ball,
shoe to shoe.
Like who’s making
out in the back room,
who’s striking out.
Geo unlocked
in a parking lot