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Maybe I thought my father was god.

Maybe I thought my father was god.

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Oct 01, 2012
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WOOL BY STEVE CHRISTOPHER 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 20

Maybe I thought my father was god.

I feared him like god; he put the fear of god in me,

does that count?

I thought my brother Pete was god,

until he dragged me into the neighbors house

to steal with him.

I thought Pete Rose was god.

Turned out he was just some broke old,

no confidence, briquette of ordinary charcoal

who bet on baseball.

I think for a while I thought James Taylor was god,

But god wouldn’t lose that much hair.

I thought the kid that played drums on the Partridge family

was god, I wanted to be him, trade lives with him.

Then you fall in love.

I thought she was god. Real god. I worshipped at her feet.

She taught me more about false idols than all the others combined.

I thought my boss Wayne was god. He confided in me one day

in a weak moment that he wasn’t bound by

anything to love his children. He did confess that he loved

the girl that worked behind the desk at the Ft Wayne airport.

She was marrying someone else.

I thought my RX-7…

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