Farther Than Daddy Thinks Poem by Tom Arnone

It's tough when father's head is cracked open.
Mother says, 'You and I were chosen.'
Secrets spill out like a spritzing soda.
My head is warm with that smoldering odor.

Tranquilized but refusing to sleep.
Father jabs the needle deep.
Her images inspire me.
Father races but cannot flee.

Mother stretches far and wide.
Wherever he is, he cannot hide.
I worship a goddess in golden slippers.
'Daddy doesn't understand... telepathy, ' she whispers.

Copyright (c) 1994 Tom Arnone