My beloved days of idle chatter and lunchboxes
Have gone astray into the blissful satisfaction
Of knowing the defeat is evident of my memories past,
Like a family’s fight between mother and father,
The love is confused, betrayed, and misunderstood;
For, the outside world can never comprehend quite
What goes on within the mind—
It is a house,
A house with a thousand visions torn from left to right,
Side to side,
In sifting want for the wisdom to return
And revive the memories that have left this coil—
Sweetbreads and strawberries are a subtle
Embodiment of my love for life,
As the comfort of grasping the truth once again
Comes into fold—
My sisters and brothers will ride their bikes
Along the Black and White road;
I’ll watch them,
Observing the faint beauty that passes me by—
And, if a hundred virgins could see this now,
I would tell them to open their eyes,
Spread their wings,
Listen to the call of another hundred screaming—
To my brothers, sisters, Mama and Papa,
The autumn leaves have finally fallen;
I’ll be there soon.