The world keeps spinning
   against my will. I stop time
   in my secret world and live
   barefoot in summer grass.
   I build dams in the creek
   and play with crawdads and
   steal change for candy and
   army men from Rathman's.

   Mom never really got me.
   I lived her script when
   I had to. Boy trapped.
   I smell summer's grass.
   I live in a hospice bed  
   and smile big morphine
   grins as my boy trapped
   dies in the summer grass.