Dad's Bark

Dad's bark is worse than his verse. When he hits it doesn't really hurt. The dirt outside the house is soil. The mouse inside the house is life. Can't escape the printer or the car, IV bag, heart monitor, a billion trillion stars. Snow descends, each flake unique. My sons' friends, each infinitely a Greek or Trojan hero. Our morals: hit not the girls, nor rape. Love more than you are loved, by a little. Give but stop before it hurts. Stand together or fall apart. Which candidate you vote for less important than to vote. Don't depend or dote on leaders, housekeeper and president are gods equally remote. The human body is a thing of bone, a strange upright animal, and the telephone a mystery to other animals. Everyone and everything is spinning electrons and the space between. A great crunch, inverse of big bang, yr big sister told.