Harden Street, 1958 (Part Four)
con't
The damn memories
are still so clear.
And now I am alone,
the only one left
because my brother
sliced his neck
in what has become
a family tradition,
that is, to leave
of your own volition.
If I could only get
the reruns to quit
maybe my goddamned
head wouldn't split
and I wouldn't feel so
fragmented
broken into a million
disassociated pieces
in a fugue
until it ceases.
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