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My Green Light Part Two:
The Multiplying Mistakes of Tom Buchanan
No single soul alive believes a Buchanan faces problems that money can’t solve. I sit alone in the corner of my office with a written note crumbled.
The parchment sits in my hands collecting my tears of confused emotion.
I unravel at the knees and sink into the floor thinking of a way to surface.
Such towering structures justify the jungle of guerilla warfare.
Swinging, circling, and flinging those beneath us.
Forevermore replaying my father’s fascist words on repeat
“Life is something you dominate.”
Death clouds my judgement keeping me from dinner plans.
I stumble to the gentleman’s club three bourbons in with a cigar aftertaste.
I am lost in the saucy slop of exotic female familiars caressing the numbness within.
Words ringing in my brain “You must marry this girl. She is the ticket to securing your future.”
A predetermined ball and chain my father arranged to shackle my undying tendencies.
These notions prove false and begin floating, drifting upward similar to my father’s spirit.
Compacted and stripped just as the automobile removed his remaining glory…
