vaderonice

I had something good
to write about
maybe it was about my dad
in the hospital
but
then I went to a restaurant
because the kitchen is dismantled
BECAUSE CONSTRUCTION
and it's supposed to be
a steak place
but there was no salt
or flavor
on the meat
so
here we are.

The construction people
are here
and the owner doesn’t 
like me much anymore
because I got mad
that he’s not doing his job. 

Welp. 
Hurry up
finish this shit
and get the fuck on back
to ruining 
more people’s lives
with the betterment
of their homes. 

My father
looks so small
under the covers
in that hospital bed. 
You know the ones
very wide 
with the adjustable plastic 
barriers on the side. 
He shivers
and says no
when I ask if he wants
another cover. 

Sometimes
I wonder
why Amazon
doesn't have a search result for
Tape Measure That Can't Be Misplaced - For Stupid People.

Dear Muscle Relaxer,
I know you can't read this
but
my lower back
says thanks, baby
and it would eat you out so good,
Muscle Relaxer,
you would be like
damn
I didn't know
a lower back
rolled like that.

Construction. 
Lot of stuff at work. 
My dad. 
Son and Woman. 
I usually write at night. 
But this week
by the time I hit the bed 
I just want to watch 
a YouTube vid 
or read a comic 
and let the darkness
skullfuck my eyelids down down down. 

They replaced the AC today. 
There’s dust everywhere, man. 
And that machine
is blowing it
into my every
single hole.

My friend asked
what is my Knight's Code
and it doesn't make a little sense 
to me
because a knight seems 
a militaristic sort of fellow
yet we hold knights in this regard
kind of like Jedi
but they got trickconscripted
into a galactic war.

But I believe in

Don’t skip in lines. 
When out in the world 
be mindful 
of how you affect others. 
It matters 
when people say they are affected 
by certain things 
but we should also strive 
to be strong 
and weather the hard things. 
Know that life’s not easy. 
Try to look for the beauty. 
Let bad people fail 
but try to be stronger than them
and help them sometimes 
but don’t enable 
them too much.

Try not to judge 
on the wrong silly things.
Try not to give up
especially on you. 
Get sad. 
Walk away. 
Beat yourself up a little. 
Always try to come back.

When I was in college
my dad would never
come home after 9pm or so.
One Saturday night
it's 9:30 and he's nowhere
and this is before cell phones
so I call the golf course
where he works and there's nothing.
Eventually one of his friends
rings me up to tell me my dad 
has been arrested
but everything is fine.
There's a buddy he sells golf balls to
and he's a lawyer
just show up at the jail tomorrow
to pick him up.
So I have this
bomb that goes off
in my head 
if I get a call from my dad 
too late in the evening.
And these days
he calls me late
just to tell me stories
he forgot to relay
about his day
at the cancer clinic.
Tonight, it was about
a lady that takes requests
and sings to patients
and he reenacted it
with his gravelly 
screechy voice
how she sang
"Besame Mucho"
but he was so happy
and
I wasn't scared
for a bit.

Do you remember
The Abbey?
Is that?
I'm pretty sure
it was one of those places
where I tried to kiss you.
I heard the benches are gone
and there's pool tables now
and the clacking of the balls
sing the song of selling out.
I remember the way
the light would come in
super harsh
through the big windows.
Squinting
buzzed on a Tucher
wanting
so much
something 
that wouldn't be
given.

Sometimes
the best thing
for relationships
are noise canceling headphones.