The Drunk I Carry

In every photograph my grandfather
wears the look of a man hungover
pained as a vampire by daylight
and hoping life and all its nonsense
will soon be over.

In every photo
his pants are hiked up a bit too high
as if he were quickly assembled
by a child and his lower half affixed
backward.

In every photograph
he holds a cigarette, pinched
between the index and middle fingers
of his right hand as if about to grind it
into the eye of some snitch

some no good peeping tom
some lens.

 

Comments

[Steve Frenkel]

A wonderful observation.