Oh, girl on a swing, soar into your sparkling day. I notice the algae in the pool needs shocking. I’ve declined my own treatment, though I’ll attack the enemies of my peaceful garden for all the little murders below. In this latter-day jungle, a predator feasts on me while a psychopath lurked in my family tree. He had too good of a run. And watch out for my stargazer lilies. A spectacular and lethal beauty. At Wellness Park I share my grief and he, his. Hey, the park promise

just because one knows all the fret changes by heart and every kind of wrist twist, has a perfectly dented cheek for the ebony chin piece and can maneuver the wood and horsehair bow like a fat man’s favorite fork doesn’t mean the music of the violin should leave the privacy of practice I hope in my public playing I’ve shown I can saw a tune and bend an ear

at the high part of one guy’s forehead a huge scab stares back at you on another’s shin bone, a rectangular bandage, dotted red in the middle, sits above a cut sock one gentleman has a purple welt on the knee of the leg he limps on another fella has a massive bruise, that looks like a map of Nebraska, in the middle of his forearm look, doesn’t matter how old we are, we’ll always be boys who don’t stop to think and if stubborn means stupid, well then you’ll never