DAD
The sun is distant But I feel the warmth of its skin The stars are unreachable But I see the light in their eyes The moon cannot hold me But I am counseled by its tides Sounds don’t exist But I remember every song The air is invisible But it’s as pungent as Slapped on aftershave And it swells my heart Like a party balloon And it makes me feel safe Especially on these days that are as dark and terrifying as The shadow world of the nighttime nursery Where I used to cry out your name Because Sleep always felt like certain death And you always always came As if from outer space Armed with a smile which was The absolute currency Of the resolute salesman who Had something very real to sell.