i stared into the eyes
of a young man barely
more than half my age
he told me things which
i am sure he did not
think i could understand
i watch the monitors
resting heart rate is
170
normal is 120
blood at 88%
oxygenation
and they say she is on the rise...
three or four things now
this child was born with
a look of concern
-the face of the Sun
as if carved into stolen
wood from a far off place
next, no matter what they tell ya
dismantling a bomb ain't shit
it's the careful maintenance of the
pieces and parts in a life
that can't rub together that
takes the strong gut.
the will of an astronaut,
the compulsion of a moron
last
on some subjects
i'd just prefer not
burden
the capacity of understanding
of them that i love