my father used to warn me
“son,
beautiful women belong to everyone,
chose wisely”
he also kept inserting his credo into my mind:
” Everything is a lie”
I wondered why he chose my mother
the most truly beautiful woman around
I find more of my father in me as I age
I have already learned the hard way
beautiful women belonged to everyone
had many of them in spectacular shapes
diva packages from all walks of pretense
I also know everything sensual is a lie
he is gone now and in his end
he contradicted himself
it became obvious he taught me not only about nuisances of life
he also taught me facts of death
how much longer do I have to tell it to my mother’s beautiful face
as we barely recognize ourselves
mother, don’t look at me
death is a lie.