On Cassette – Written Monday 22nd March 2021 (Aged 46)

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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