Honestly, I'm a Liar, & Other Balances & Imbalances

June 22, 2010

Private Investigations

Though the car windows were covered,

Two inches & a quarter of new snow,

The hood had indicated

It was warm for way passed four.

My thought was they had brought him

And left what was left of him,

At a darker corner of this

Shithole, corn-fed hoosier town.

He shoulda gone and left this place.

His spirit, I bet, wasn’t in this place,

And also, where we found him,

And looking at his brown scabbed face,

No spirit in his fight.

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My outlook.. has her sons there.

They took up their arms

Again & again against him.

They’d looked up to him.

Now,  their duty  had

Them barely looking down

When they booted him.

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I’m bettin’   Mom upended

His private world.

Motive  was all in a  journal.

Maybe   how he merely   saw things.

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It  hurt her  to not be let  to not know him.

Now  all,   & no one,  would be let  to not know him.

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                                                                                                                                              for my wife, K

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