Please go ahead understand my avoidance of you,
do glance of me ignoring you.
that’s your style of becoming someone not to someone,
than to have your time
“I haved failed you as a father,
can’t you see. . .
I do love all your failures,
each time I fell into and unto all the hells of each year,
I wanted none to harbor.
Only Sisyphus led me here by your damned boulder.
See to it when I climb the eternal stairs of all limbo to purgatory.
I will not pray,
I will not succumb,
yet I just have to move no matter
To know of a smile that do awaits me at the end
of a long trail of a 44th avenue in Melendez territory,
under the stars of St. Michael’s strand
which of my grandfather ‘s green.