Weekend fixes

Grab a bottle of amber ale
sit down and drown
sorrows away for tomorrow’s yesterday

blink your eyes and shake your brain
the rain is falling inside
and the kids are insane
the dog is puking
the cat is milking the weed
the fire is spitting seeds

We know you can hear it
the deafening roar
the closing door
you broke the heart that bore you
and the father
sacred
reached out but found
another soldier, cold lined
refrigerated hero.

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