Some days the joints

Some days the joints
other days not the joints but the muscles
the bones in the left hand
the weepy eye the
what's that bump between my thighs

oh it's you

Some days the ligaments in the knees while
other days not that but always, always and forever the brain,
its incessant outpouring of thought and worry and nonsensical aspirations and dreams

what is true

What was true
was youth
but having faded, now rued, youth
i long to forget completely
the joys making boy noise with toys

How easy to be eight
to destroy and rebuild like a god
fantasy states
Looming above great tonka freeways
how easy to be eight
to pick rocks and wash plates
for room and board
to love only the dry sheet
and father's stubbly chin

we were all lonely
when the door was closed
and the monsters pressed in
taunting and thin
the questions they posed
in their silent acrimony
approaching the bed
lengthy appeal to the underworld
where black is as black does
meaning shades within shadows
unknowable and resolutely
dead

how i slept that night, alone
awash in my anger
eight and a half
at the dodge-ball game
chosen last
at the baseball game
everyone laughed

i could have killed you all

c2006 jbb