Chemo

[billy]

i see the poem has no punctuation and thats fine. saying that i struggle a little bit soon into the first stanza. a suggestion would be to use a line space where you want the main pause to be. i think it's the baby oil truancy that's throwing me a curve ball the 2nd stanza posed no such problem. i enjoyed the enjambment  and the originality. i felt like i was voyeur looking into to someones troubles. for me, being allowed into a poem is a major plus. while there was an underlying sadness in the poem, it didn't come across as morbid...which i also liked

My youth was spent
playing games of chess
with myself debating for some reason i keep turning debating mass into masturbating
mass murder over good [m's]
baby oil truancy this and the line below cause me to stop to long (i have no idea what baby oil truancy is, i thought it was (my dad wasn't there for me when i was a kid) but still struggled with it)
groping in the dark
for Daddy’s love singing
I’m sorry I’m sorry
while letting him wither
on the chemo cushion good [c's]
awaiting the cruel
morning dew.

Acid breakfasts of
antidepressants
left my stomach aching
for saltine crackers
And a farewell swig
Of Fireball found this is my fave line. it's a sort of culmination of the experience with dad and the enjambment feels spot on.
just in time for
clumsy finger-banging
in my sister’s room
where Dad slept
when his liver hurt. i love the matter of fact ending.