I wrote the following this morning based on the dream I woke up.

man and boy stand
smiling at the camera
a postcard dated 24
writing faded
the man, his father
floating legless appears
begging understanding
the boy kneels among
stacks of books filled
with useless knowledge
pounding fists against wood
floor screaming
I will tell the truth this time
I will tell the truth this time.

Sometimes, things just won't work the way we want them to.