Uncle goes on looking for me his voice searching the everywhere
but I am a nowhere.
His voice trying to pull me out of thin air
like a magician would but it's not good.
I am half sky half tree half child ...do the maths.
I feel like a white rabbit lost inside a top hat.
He died one sunny Sunday ******* a sweet in the blue van.
I still see him walking out of the sun
his body shivering with the heat
as if he is a dream calling my name
like an abracadabra.
I sit in the silence in the middle of my sky
lost in that forever summer
wondering how to get back down on solid ground
calling his name like a broken magic spell
always trying to find him even though I can't
...find my self.
Pitching in with great gusto to bring in the hay I sliced through my brother Brian's earlobe with the pitchfork...I was terrified....scampered and hid up "my tree' for the rest of the day....not even Mikey was able to find me stuck up there in the sky.