Finding my brother Bob
That sweltering hot August day I walked into that...
Holding on to my hand in a death grip,
The first day of Kindergarten...
Reading a tabloid
whilst on the lavatory...
Blank pages stretched before me,
threatening in their stark innocence...
Willows lament into a smog smothered lake.
The trauma of knights still heard...
A familiar noise at
the front door...
Intensity begins...
the insane obscured turmoil...
Suddenly the card cracks
especially the soul...
I'm like a raccoon
but I'm misplaced...
I own a large collection of maps
of where my heart has crashed and burned...
Of all the priceless gifts
this world has offered me...
My new master is asleep on the couch,
surrounded by empty bottles from the night before...