to have all my prayers
answered the
days of sunshine and smiles
the ones who guided me

the influences that
painted my visions
in yellows and crimsons
they who saw my needs

and gave me a little room
to breathe
came back later
to check on whether

I was good or not
and when I needed
slapped my *******
woke me from

my myopic visions
and self centered
dreams, or made me read
Bukowski