i think of you, bright smile and wide eyed little boy, mischievous soul, westbury theatre 5cent films: age 5. i didn't know you then and i won't know you after life stops biting at a heel. still, the memories you've created surface. little boy in a dresser sleeping in an old shack because yr seed was a rotted one. traveling on buses with a mad woman for a mother - begotten child yet forgotten child, you still were a nurturing father. teaching of your knowings & explorations & life tales & fairy tales of what others deserve. opening my eyes to that of a bulls mind. headed to the end, yr old but running like the bull into the nights direction. no teeth seen. sometimes words now slip past the tongue. long rides in yr car speak of the old days in brief moments: me grade 5 you 55, taking me to what you recalled cinematic dreams. ----
yr heart beats weak but its only because yr filled with so much passion you may just explode. it's true you know. that's what really happens during a heart attack.
yr nose broken 7 times over for yr others scrapes & bruises to learn how to become aware. isn't that what you said?
yr eyes are weak but its to recall faded memories
yr hearing is strong and i never quite got away with any
never finished
never started
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At the end include - weather
First time graying, going to carle place park realizing you were graying, accepting told age
Additional thing: big fish syndrome, billy Joel, tattoos, bar fights (history of him as a greaser, becoming a hipster for pussy), dancing at the flag poll, always wanting a peaceful year for christmas
Waning m room, always looking out for my without selling me out.
Your mind went but you still were aware.
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