[Mr. J]

Topic: In every age we laugh at the costume of our fathers.
Alfred de Vigny

those words would echo in my head as the following days passed...
the memory was poison & I couldn't find it in me to stay back.
staring into a pool of yesterdays weather, snapping back to reality
eventually the wind picked up sending me inside, far from humanity
each step put pressure on the suspense that had already filled the air
removing each shoe I felt a sense of relief; the presence, still aware.
a life filled with error, the ministry offered a way to correct paths
after many years of the humility he experienced, he stepped back.
taking it upon himself to baptize the wicked with his own holy act
without holding back he had a mental breakdown in a Yogi mask.
a pair of hedge-clippers, his clerical collar and a butchers apron
with years full of retribution, one wonders what it took to cave in
his mothers farm had a barn that was renovated with a basement
the pain in the woman that raised him, once thinking he was amazing
how wrong she would be now, life's upside down and all topsy turvy
with a sudden crash of a vase; it didn't stop me from worrying
blindsided with a blade into the side, I let out a scream of anguish
becoming angered I swing my elbow only to hit bloodstained brick..
my arm becomes numb as I gain composure looking for my assailant
darkness invades the room, eventually the adrenaline starts to weigh in
following the drops of blood left from the blade I found a secret entrance.
a false wall that opened leading me deeper into a hole with no other exits..
unsnapping my holster, I time each step prepared for any more surprises
laughter echos through the corridor; footsteps rush among the silence..
...unaware. I sneak behind him & whisper Police...
he muttered how?
I replied in laughter father....I'm smarter than the average bear