las fores canyon
high above the ocean
has cool mountain air
sharp and crisp
flowing gently as you nap
it is very quiet
as the sea reaches infinity
a heavenly blueness
as far as you can see
we return below
tracing the river's path
to a wooded park
and noisy parrots
green as young leaves
great at camouflage
so too is thought
in human affairs
the grandpowers returned
from vacation
and the child's mother
is back into hate
eviscerating sorrow
it is much preferred
how pathetic is gendered thought
fearfully watching
as two patriarchies compete
to death
waiting to pick up the pieces
as the child splits apart
using fear
to legitimize irrationality
and browbeat fathers
threathening to regularly drug test a child
to challenge paternal rights
using hate
to legitimize abuse
and alienate children
from the inside out
mothers are conveniently clueless
about this psychological damage
thought is ambivalent
immoral
who is to blame
for child abuse
how does one protect a child
from all forms of abuse
every night
for several years
i was sexually abused
by a man
my mother's cousin
in a bed a few doors away
mere feet from her own
later
for whatever reasons
i was abandoned
for more years
left with a stranger
my father
a man i was taught to hate
and who i still blame
for everything
as my child does me
mothers claim innocence
all is done
with good intentions
for the best interest of the child
who gains a penny
and loses a soul
convenient cluelessness
simple decisions
made by thought as adults
may appear harmless
but they have powerful effects
and lasting impact
on innocent children
thought couldn't be bothered
as it pursues the next fear
the next hate
trapped in thought
you can sit on a beach for hours
and not see the sand
hear the ocean
or see a wave
until you find a hill
and start to jump down
one more last time
