Untitled Pt. 1

Untitled Pt. 1

You’ll fall in love with my flaws, my blood drips into a poison river, careful or you’ll be swimming in it,
 
As the stove begins to make my soul sizzle, chaos crashes into calamity in my dining room, I’m the type to eat dinner in it,
 
Grandma thumbs through the bible, Ma starts an IV, Dad illuminates the public sector, Sis remains artistically and graphically inclined,
 
Gratitude flows through my extremities as I count my blessings, the unspiritual count my past sins, it can’t begin to be mathematically defined,
 
Pray for the one fixated on body art, body build, body thrills, the wise counsel knows there’s nothing lonelier than that boy,
 
As he claws tooth and nail for dead presidents and shows out for the brown-skinned, blondes, and brunettes, there’s nothing phonier than that joy,
 
Finally…finally I’m not stuck upstairs in the mind, this time I’m in today, thank God, in the now…he just lives,
 
Serenity, comfort in solitude, trudging with purpose, he doesn’t feel the need to be apart of…he just is,
 
Ad hoc to the chains, cuffs, and padlocks, Higher Power pulled him from a foxhole, the night when Philly p.d. decided not to pat socks…he just is,
 
Fake tails and fables of forever friendships roll off of him and dissipate in the Florida sands, shots fired but they were bad shots…he just is,
 
Around him empty promises of life long sobriety crumble to coma’s, narcan, seizures, and park benches leaving worlds shook up…today…he just is,
 
God willing, I’ll keep moving my feet until Mom and Dad could be on the opposite ends of the Earth and a voice whispers to them, “How do you know your son’s different this time?”, and they both look up and say….he just is.

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