Miss you always

trying to show what being a greaser was, Atlantic City 1993

like father
like daughter
like death
like dreaming
like echoes
like mourning
like a cemetery
like a disappearing grave 
like an evaporated cherub 
like the institute
like taking turns
like running out
like he drifted away
like he was kidnapped 
like I was tortured
like he hitchhiked
like knowledge of the end 
like the road stopping
like I halted
like you swam I drowned

like I was left on earth an ugly duckling rusted on my side made of steel

like life & death 
like luck
like love
like fate
like it all being cursed 
like father
like daughter
like a stone
like the dust. 

(April 4, 2006)

Happy Father's Day, miss you.