On Cassette
my dad was transparent
but many parts were cordoned off
my dad was complicated
but in many ways, simple
he dealt freely –
in attachment disorders
and he –
collected enough trauma –
to create an abusive museum
he spread hurt –
like a natural poisonous preacher
and his walls of alcohol
could only have come crashing down
as his cassette tapes
never found a truly meaningful sound
James Garratt – Monday 22nd March 2021
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On Cassette – Written Monday 22nd March 2021 (Aged 46)
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 