table manners

should have known
that I was only throwing shadows
at the bastard
words are often bigger
than I'd like
 
dug myself in enough
here at the kids table
have gotten comfy  
with these cubes
 
they lie like I lie
throwing tantrums of truth
 
the adolescents have stolen the wine
and are writing names on walls
life has not begrudged them poetry
 
the adults have all died
or become artists

and I still need to talk