The Bits Left Unsaid Between Brothers

A half-gone christmas pudding, some expired breath mints--

seems you're living high. So,

has anyone been around to dingle your tingle,

made bet on the most likely

date of your long surmised departure?

Nothing comes of nothing, not a thing

I cared to keep enough to remember

or absent-heartedly slip out of your pocket

when you fell feet first into my well

ordered life. The doctors mean well

I expect, but Christ, isn't there a pill, 

or something syrupy they can prescribe,

maybe a quick hammer to the back of the skull,

faulty brakes on the old go-go traveller?

Maybe a week with Alice, you remember Alice

don't you, remember Alice....

Trying to get through to you

is like baking ice cream on the 4th of July,

eating confetti by the pieces, once

you've picked all the blue bits out.

They say, I hear, I'm not that deaf

I can't hear you when you speak

backwards in time of time being

locked inside the bottle--Jim Beam

wasn't it?

Mother says hello.

Ken e Bujold

2022

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[W. Barrett Munn]

There is brilliancy here in the blue bits and brothers.

Winston