these days i find myself doing my old mother’s
breathing exercises she does them for anxiety
i do them to stave off madness but they don’t
seem to be helping
as i parked my car at the grocery store this morn
i heard my brother’s voice say: heeeere’s j o h n n y !
with eyes wild+jacknicholson i begged the pharmacist
for a double dose of numbing cream
my brother wasn’t in the parking lot he’s in a plastic box
beside my bed it’s been his home for one year numbing
cream won’t help him now but i may mix some with his ashes
the paste will be a goddamn panacea!
put hair on your chest make you forget that he wore black
rubber gloves after chemotherapy ditto the 16 yr. old chica
who died in the room next door on the floor where your
bladderman bro rose like a phoenix like the prodigal fuckingson