The prodigal son is just one of many
though he knows expectations run high.
There is always this red velvet carpet
that divides his thought process.
The future is some worm baited taunt,
and awkward as being caught with a cousin
at the Perkins family reunion.
It takes the swim of salmon upstream
to break a biblical cycle
that darkens the sky and
chokes off free will.
Times like these you swear
You’re an orphan.