Sitting in this room,

                  S e a r c h I n g     for    b r o t h e r s    in my head,

Not the ones  I’ve always had;
those that are united by a common womb.

But the ones who have infected me with a  lush sense,
an unspoken quality,
who have a presence so surreal,
always speaking to my soul.
My non-birth brothers,
Criminals of the same shade of blue,
Boys with the pain of a quiet kind,

Paramount people in a pickled world,
Oh my  brothers,
we are lines in the sand,
Definite and fading.
You are the ones,
the ones who meant something
To me.