towards poetic ends
old boy
Poppa don’t preach — Do you, Old Boy?
I know now that you are just a heavily stoned —
Run away boulder.
Similar and akin to Sisyphus —
With sturdy swift legs
Conditioned from exercising
Abandonment issues.
All instilled from birth and passed down
Like traumatic presents.
Wrapped in thirty something years worth
of neglected newspapers
Aged photographs
And memories you've already — Clearly —
Chosen to forget.
Run, Run, Run.
Run away, as fast as you can!
Because responsibility
Does not suit you very well at all.
Not the way that apathy does — Old Boy.
And honestly — At this juncture —
I couldn't possibly care less.
So tell me, Old Boy —
How can I miss someone
Who was never there to begin with?
How can I mourn the death of someone
Who isn't actually dead —But also doesn't exist?
I guess you're just a passing paradoxical effect
Lingering within some subconscious context inside my head.
Nothing more — Nothing less.
Boy, boy, boy, Old boy!
You certainly knew
How to let time go by!
Unnoticed and unacknowledged —
You must have kept your eyes closed
This entire time!
I have to admit, it’s quite impressive.
Pretending every passing year
That your first born son
Never survived cesarean.
As there was no lambs blood
Smeared over your doorway.
When you decided to pass over me
As your mother did to you — Boychik.
But I’ll let you know — Old Boy —
I have seen a vision of the burning bush
And it told me that you — yes, YOU —
Are the false prophet.
A donkey in lion's skin that you have stolen from your noble brother.
Impersonating a man with no guilt or shame.
Waiting for the moment of reconciliation
From anybody else — Except myself, of course.
But now, unfortunately — There is nothing left
For us to reconcile.
Your charley horse gimmicks became your new
Flesh and blood for a tumultuous lonely life —
With only your dead family left in your wake.
There's no semblance — Or any scenarios —
Where a peaceful treaty could ever be reached.
The damage is quite too extensive on both sides of the fence.
You see —
All I can do now is love and cherish my partner —
My soul mate — My person.
I promise I'll never abandon him
Just like you did to me — Before I even had a
Goddamn chance.
I'll prove myself and I'll be the better man you never could be.
Always —
You hear that?
Old Boy…
Old Boy!
Old Boy.
Matty Kopf 