Pushing breaklights,
before jumping over the crown,
Taking drags,
in italics (makes us look like we down).
Slouching over countertops,
while hard water drops,
dreaming of minerals,
while the Blacksmith takes benedryl.

Receiving kicks,
from the ends of steel-toed boots,
act a champ,
he winks (we're in some sort of cahoots).
Tattooed blackeyes,
(don't wanna **** with these guys),
cool-kid-alert!
snorts lines in the dirt.

Back with a vengeance,
watching Batman and Robin,
breaks dishes,
because his headache is throbbing.
And I look and I see,
and it occurs to me,
and I forget the rest,
because it feels the best.

And, I left my dad's gun under my bed.

I have a phantom window knocker
comes early in the mornings
catches me deep in dreamtime
too deep to have the wherewithal to catch them.

I used to do it as a young teenager
we called it Ghostknocking  
but we never did it in the middle of the night.

I will have to out fox them
somehow
I think it must be an adult
they will be leaving looking like they are wearing sunglasses
when I finally catch them.

How often?
Are you gonna keep defending him?
When it's him giving you blackeyes and broken noses.
You can't keep blaming it on walking into cabinets.
Let alone a door.

How often?
Are you gonna be afraid?
That anything you say.
Just might tick him off.

A insecure man seeks this control.
Maybe because he has none at all.
So telling you when to speak.
When to walk or simply to move.
Give him this false sense of worthy.
That without him.
You can't accomplish too much.

So, how often?
Are you gonna tolerate this crime?

In truth.
You can't really hide.
We see people trying this.
And seems to end up dying.

Many men to this day is serving time.
For which they should.

No one should contol another.
So make a decision about yourself.