A.D. Winans		POEM FOR MY FATHER TWO   I look at your picture hanging On the wall Think back to the conversation We never had The way you sat there And stared out the window The last year before your death   No amount of drinking Can erase the memory As I toss one drink after another Past soft liver tissue Trying to avoid the vacant Look in your eyes Pieces of my brain stapled To the lamp shade		UNTITLED   I have sat one too many evenings watching old me and women eat their last meal One eye on the dessert the other on the obituary column