Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Poem: Remembering My Brother Before He Became A Cult Leader

Didn't they see
you could only tell the truth
while bouncing a ball.

A boy's heart pounding
Thump! Thump!
Thump! Thump!

      Up and down the asphalt driveway
      across the kitchen linoleum,
      off the garage door.

      Another window
      taken out of your allowance.

So many voices.
All of them shouting
Stop it with that ball.


At 5:24 PM, Blogger ejs said...

actually, in rehab, which was also before I became a cult leader, they used to let me hold a football or basketball during theraputic sessions. Lotta good it did...still became a cult leader...


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