I have lived on the cusp
of knowing, and still my days
are filled with
Laughter rings my home
where generations have
Flesh and bone betray
and to this day
I cannot make out the faces
that call me brother!
My father fell from grace
the day I was born and
stumbling, perfumed by
the scent of failure
and sweet vermouth,
he made his exit.
I never knew him.
My legs stretch long
before my faltered steps
but they cannot carry me
far enough away.
My dreams are salted and
weathered; my hope reserved
for the scattering of
copper pennies upon foreign
My only wish is to sleep
through this overture of
nothingness until cool
waters redeem my parched