They left me,
all of me,
all of them did,
dressed in a dinosaur suit,
teeth clenched,
my nerves poking my poorly laced skin.

I'm like wet dynamite,
quiet,
patient,
waiting to dry,
'till I can point at you,
and make you smile.

It gets hot when you're in the sun,
and I'm a shade kinda guy,
my comforter is too hot,
but I'm afraid
of the open air,
and my own ******.

Let me wait,
wait,
wait,
give it time,
and time again,
and I can show you What.

Pushing breaklights,
before jumping over the crown,
Taking drags,
in italics (makes us look like we down).
Slouching over countertops,
while hard water drops,
dreaming of minerals,
while the Blacksmith takes benedryl.

Receiving kicks,
from the ends of steel-toed boots,
act a champ,
he winks (we're in some sort of cahoots).
Tattooed blackeyes,
(don't wanna **** with these guys),
cool-kid-alert!
snorts lines in the dirt.

Back with a vengeance,
watching Batman and Robin,
breaks dishes,
because his headache is throbbing.
And I look and I see,
and it occurs to me,
and I forget the rest,
because it feels the best.

And, I left my dad's gun under my bed.

Brosco sits,
feet dangling
at the edge of a cliff,
naked shoulders
wrapped in sunlight.


Brosco waits,
chews the air,
spits out the clouds,
gets busy and decides
to fall in love the sun.

Brosco walks,
steps like dynamite
(boom-shaka-laka),
and grinds his teeth
like the sound of a savage drum.

I listen to breathe,
and I breathe so I can hear.
My mind dances loud.

I used to pretend,
that the blue birds that found their way into my driveway
were all my pet
(just one pet)
(they were all the same).
I called them
(all of them)
Pete.

When my cousin
played with fire
I was always left to wonder
why I got burned.
He didn't.

Mom yelled
when I hit the driveway with a 9-iron.
She clearly didn't understand
my line of work.

Monkey is my guardian angel.
Always and forever.
His tail tickles when I touch it.