Ode to a banished king

A heavy capped frontrunner
wrangles his scattershot offspring
into a single,
wide,
coffinesque den
and wish washes his
mirrors
and
photographs
while his pinup hog
culls dust
in a quiet closet
down the hall.
He tosses a few tears
for the first time
and closes his eyes
at long last beneath
the flashing, neon,
ambulance lights.