I love it when someone’s thrown into the scene Like a motorcyclist hitting a woman picking up her children from school And before she can **** her head back to ask How was school or What did you learn today There’s a helmet crashing through the windshield at 70 mph Then the swerves and the tire tracks And the screams and the noise Everyone get up Brush yourself off And ask if everyone’s alright But the motorcyclist is pronounced dead on the scene BAC 0.22 And the mother will have to take counseling Where she’ll start an affair with her shrink To escape the boredom of suburban life And the kids will think it’s cool but won’t realize The whole affair will inspire one to write Award winning novels And drive the other into an early suicide
When someone’s caught off guard like that I can’t help but to smile at The helplessness and the look on their face It’s the eyes The same kind of look the mother has when her Husband comes home early only to find her Riding Dr. So-and-so in the same bed her Two boys were conceived
Later the dad will say to his boys It’s not your fault And one will cry like a little girl And the other will call his brother a little girl Though in the middle of the night He will wear the same face his mother wore When she cocked her head back and saw The man wearing the half undone tie she bought two Christmases ago This man is in fact the keeper of some nuptial vows She can still recite to this day Expressive redux when she does a double take And stares at the wedding ring on the hand Still clutching the doorknob
We embrace order and schedules But we need that spontaneity That spark That everlasting feeling that We aren’t just cosmic specks against A grumpy god Deep down we all have that felling somewhere That sense of small The feeling the brother gets as he Dots his i’s and crosses his t’s On the suicide letter But even deeper is the tickle in the back of the skull Felt right before the rope or belt or Christmas lights or electrical chord Goes taut The feeling he is wrong and with it floods the realization Of meaning in the absence of a reset button