Ginny

When you talk seaports, when you talk pool rooms, try to understand what’s caught, coming home he says, don't try to lace my boots, give someone else time to pray, smile at a mirror’s comfort, wait for his dismal hoot, try to stand in support, a tree, a bridge the terrain, livid at my son’s cahoots, instead light a candle name, for vagrants and their consorts, who suffer him like you, and all his tawdry recourse, don’t walk away, you’ll always find a solace, for that mind in flames, the Chalice your oasis.