If I remain stillIf I am alone and silent long enough to hear the sound of my own bloodBreathing or digesting about the rustling of leaves the world of refrigeratorMy father is likely to turn upHe just arrived on bidding on running film of my thoughtsLike Hitchcock and his picturesAnd he looks of all these 40 plus years ofJust much like himself big and hairs hands with . at the back of his handsPerhaps a little more defeated the way it holds himself than I have rememberedHe doesn't stay long and as far as I can tell his visit has no messageYet years of therapy have left me and make the dark . claim that he is finally dead and goneMy father who died when I was seventeen continues to be my principle ghostA lifelong and announced grease only my own end will finish itOlder than my old man now.He died at 63. That's way too young.Now you've got to feed me, now you've got to need meAnd I feel like a faithless son.Sixty-four is awful old.You know what can happen next.Hell, I'm older than my old man ever wasAnd I'm trying to keep it in context.I am older than my old manHis father died and 43 now is all greyI got 20 years more I guess we have to wait and seeI wasn't sure the day will comeI have been living underneath his...I don't feel so free I don't feel like meNow that I don't have no place to runI am older than my old man nowI guess that means I kicked his assJust that you have survived . nobody is sure exactly whyEverybody has to dieStill it comes this . know you got to goAnd the world is gonna pass you byI am older than my old manI am older than my old man ever wasI try to keep it in contextI am older than my old man ever wasI am guilty to outlive my ex
