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Mike Boyle |
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Hospice The last time I was there I told Mom sorry I don't come every weekend and she sd oh, that's alright you're busy and I looked around and sd no, I'm not sometimes I drive by and can't pull in last week I drove by twice and just couldn't she just sd oh don't worry about it as I looked out the window there was a bird feeder out there and birds 2 weeks later I watched them take her body out of the place my sister and nieces were in the living room crying while I stood on the porch and watched over her there's this tape I have that I made when she was in there filled with nut busting rock Come Motorhead Metallica and others and all those memories got etched into the thing somehow think it was screaming down Derry St last night and her father's hands were gripping the wheel telling me stories of homesteading in Canada in 1900 think she was in the backseat listening Industrial Accidents Somewhere where the prophets turn off the lights train bearin down Kevin, Deuce we call him and not to his face 3 fingers ripped off his left hand jumps out the window door jammed and course car won't start just sittin there on the tracks death, a cow catcher up front grinnin engineer not lookin drinkin jack wishin it was jim but they were out of jim engineer's cousin Mountian Mike drivin his $10 pickup 20 miles to work each day sd he had a house up in the hills everyone knew it was just a shack M. Mike tried to catch an engine that was fallin from a lift a few years ago back all fucked up last week he blew his brains out couldn't take the pain no more engineer takes another slug feet cold somethin wrong with his feet Deuce ran off and the lights came back on Surrealist Manifesto I worry about becoming the pie-faced pickle nosed man and years from now stumbling down some dusty hallway screaming MARY, MARY to no one in particular while Pete from across the street leans out the window points a glassy finger to the sky as it starts raining bottles and pubic hairs then something about wagons dunno if it's the police or the medics Pete's yelling told ya so somewhat lucid by then there's a railyard inside we walk around conductor says board all nostalgic for the broadway limited Diamond Jim and John L in the back then the horizon tilts and I see you now all so clearly not too worried about death no glassy fingers no bottles sliding across the porch no on/off no not with death just one of them black holes a worm hole possibly |