in a new york minute
everything can change
and everything can get a little strange-
he says..
and boy have i witnessed that upon the vows that have afforded you new wives
and children, consequently.
my spelling errors to your love errors.
we stand face to face
you, republican, me liberal
facing the same fate
despite misguided steps along the way.
brother(s),
your passage has been littered with addiction
mine, doubt.
but in the end we fight the same fight.
i have shared a mother with you,
emergency and guilt ridden
as the wolf has been waiting at the door.
we shared a dad who was not always a father
mostly to you
and less to me.
time and time again we have been reminded of the reality that
one day our loved ones are here
and the next day they are gone
but somehow
we have missed-
missed the mark
of connection
without drink
or drug
or misunderstanding
but today we are reminded and forced to look at the
one
who succumbed-
who gave into
the empty deliveries
of false gods and wives and lovers.
he who has been called out,
by death and those still with us
to change his ways..
i wonder what you will do with this, brother,
what will you do with this calling
that is so obviously yours..
i stand, silent in my corner of psuedo support, and i wonder if you, the wonderous boy, will come out alive
and think, in anger,
what a silly pile you would be if you had lived in my boots...
