dads jeans
i got my dads jeans. literally his jeans
and genes the same ones that droop
like a broken curtain falling ever so down
wards and onto almost the floor
my dads jeans the ones that look
like next days denim and always sag
just the way he would have liked it
sagging spirits seek right kind of lyrics
my dad’s jeans
contains densable dna
of denimized wearability
if i could choose a single pair
from his sprawlable collection
then it would be the pair
that is moonlight blue, stitched
straight through the center:
my desperate heart, seeking
yet another fresh start…