Not His Son

He lived on this earth for a time and a half Playing a tune to the old man’s laugh —Shadows of the Valley; Janick Gers, Stephen Percy Harris Not His Son The flute floated in the empty space He’d gladly have followed the piper Red lights of dischord in sentiment face In corner mocks the chatterbox viper To be spoon fed kindness for a time The old man thought that but a waste He paid me instead time and a half…I’m on a bender, long cast, no longer chaste The IT of a clown from the grave rises He whips me with his uttermost laugh A fearful rainstorm he always despises Surviving my loathsome birth like chaff The lip-tremble of melody craved abduction An abominable shadow from dirt’s abyss For this host could be only a demon’s seduction The only arms that held me tight he’d dismiss The door like a drum opened up righteousness The climax of throwdown with cuffs and chains In my enemies presence I dine with timelessness I claim a different Father - in heaven he reigns