Dad

Father's Day

Your only daughter
My only Father
Father and daughter
Daughter and Father
Us.
Love.
We.

Father and Daughter
Daughter and Father
Memories.
Forever.
Together.

Happy father's day Joseph John Holosko...my Sawdust Man

(This is the only picture I have of my father. He is with his sister Stella Staley. He loved us both very much.)1918- 1997.

French Dressing

The Sawdust man likes French Dressing
Maybe he will dip his sons in French Dressing

before he shoves anti freeze down their throats and feeds them to  the pigs.

Piano Lessons

His heart broke
When my piano teacher
Said, "I prefer you did not come in to listen to the lesson."

My father was relegated to his car and
he listened to suspense stories on the radio.

When I opened the car door,
lesson done.
Home James!

I could see He was the most peaceful most happy Sawdust man
EVER!

Kenny Rogers played on the radio.

And on the passenger seat lay
Donnie and Marie, Osmond
💜👈

Don't Cut your Salad Joey

(Every nite my mother swore and screamed because her husband Joey would cut his salad at the dinner table. For some reason my mother did not believe in cutting salad at the dinner table and my father's stubornness resulted in abuse and spitting and swearing and yelling...but still my father cut his salad at the dinner table.. He liked it that way).

Joey
Don't cut your salad.
Joey, don't cut your salad.
Salad Joey
Don't cut it
Why the fuck are you cutting your salad
Joey
Don't cut your salad
Stop Fuckin cutting your salad,
Joey
You fucken piece of fucken shit
Don't Cut your Salad Joey

Soot and Terror

She made the Sawdust Man get down on his hands and knees, turn around on his back take a broom and sweep the chimney.

The soot rained on him, the dirt and the dust and the grunge.
It reminded him of his father
... a coal miner.
It brought him pain everytime he swept the chimney.

The tears from his eyes would drip down his face like cheap mascara
But she made him do it.
She liked to watch his pain.
Witch Bitch was evil.

The love of a Father and his Daughter

There is no greater nor profound love then that of a father to his daughter

NONE

My father
My childcare
My father
Me

I CRY like he died yesterday at least one a week
I am always surprised by the amount of tears.
They just literally pour down

I had no idea my eyes could be so wet, so wet that when I open them it's like opening my eyes underwater and I myopically see

There is no greater nor profound love then that of a father to his daughter

My father
Childcare
My father
Me

The Ultimate Sawdust Man Gift

Tools for the Tellerman,
Tools for my pop.
Tools for the Sawdust man.

And Tool Pens for greatest man of all

Happy Valentines Papa

Every Valentines every year, 

A heart for me a heart for her.

A heart for his Mistress

who loved him so

A heart from a man that beat for love,

on Valentines day

The last thing the Sawdust Man Saw

The last thing the Sawdust Man
Saw before he died
Was a Lifeguard

Pretty please with Sugar on Top.

Have a Happy New Year!!!!👉 Pretty please with sugar on top!!!!

(A  saying by Joseph John Holosko!💜)

GREENSLEEVES

GREENSLEEVES 

 Was never Played

At my father's funeral

Purposefully.

 Who does that shit?

When a man's last wishes were made so clear?  

Hi steps sons and their schizophrenic

The Lathe

It was on a Lathe like this that my father and I used to make the round wooden poles that were set on the front of the grandfather clock that he made for me. 

It was stolen.

So I fantasize  that the person who stole it will suffer horribly and their families suffer horribly in murder and death and darkness and pain

from the bad luck of taking a thing that belonged to the soul of another.

But, sadly  the nature  of thieves does not believe in karma otherwise they would not be thieves.

The devil protects it's own.

So I continue to fantasize how they will die horribly and their families die horribly  in murder and death in darkness and pain,

because I know

that that clock is haunted by the Spirit of my father.

And Daddys pissed.

Will he help make my fantasies come true?

The Level

My dad's favorite tool.

He got  a kick out of showing it off.

 And to make the point on

how effective it was

He'd place it over a 2 by 4

And show me how 

the little bubble played in a tiny little yellow window, 

to prove it was LEVEL

because it

floated back and forth

like the bubble in a lava  lamp.

From Toronto to Fort Lauderdale

My father drove all the way from Toronto to Fort Lauderdale Florida,
I was seven.

He took me to Disney Land.

The Tiki hut and the singing parrots.

Driving for days.

Driving to the Fort Lauderdake Beach
and me puking in the car,

My father loved to drive

He worked for the Xerox  company

Sales.

He drove to Hamilton,
He drove to Peterborough

He was proud of his company car and he loved to drive.

He took me to his office
I played on his desk and  took some pens home.

He took me to Peterborough  and I met his girlfriend
who treated him kindly...
with love.

She made him blueberry perigies. The same color as the ocean water

On the Fort Laudedale beach he took my hand and I promised never to tell.