I heard, the security guard
remark, in passing...

Yeah, be dark soon, reminds me of a time, a cousin
of mine, kilt a rather dark skinned child...

Cold and old,
and worthless dead than alive,
I can imagine,
there's a reason for the season
being as, just
about now, like clockwork, in the movies,
days begin to linger, longer, some
part of the end, lingers, peaceful, yeh,

remember those koi ponds, on the cliffs
in Encinitas, yes,
yes, we all do, we did that walk together,
there is an old carp there, who makes this peace
take
it, feel me see you think a real isation sensation
blame me,
dang me, I did not know the gun was loaded.

Et tu, eh, brute. Bully, you dance,
Richochet, as the Cajuns say,

my cousin, Sidney Dancer, was told to dance,
and he drew- touch
a trigger and the aim was off, he, hit the real
Michelle, a guys name, among his kind,
Flores, and worse,
he was Sidney Dancer's friend, and we were
eleven, goin' on twelve.

*****, was as bad then as now, I guess, but
Sid was no *****, as a kid.
Nor was Michelle, but he was not a kid that long.