one wounded bird

i'm wondering about the time when me and my dad shot birds with a webley rifle up the sandy path

I'm wondering whether his urge to kill was justified - like his urge to kill me when i couldn't climb for toffee

and like a good father, im wondering if i should wonder - on a website - but there's only two fans

if ever there was a need to criticize poets (i haven't seen anything like) now would be a good time to take a look

at the subject, the sub text, metre rhym.. ahh you get the guist. But. Join me in wondering about fathers.

I believe that men cannot help but be heroes. I believe in looking hard enough into ourselves.

Even Hitler will take a call.

I do believe in good over good intentions and after all, we are all so, sometimes painfully, small.