Some Things Never Change
My tired brain is just trying to stay above water.
My weak eyes have a dream of being focused.
The sky is infinite. The sky is a void.
We stared into it like we were staring at God.
The crickets hummed their hallelujahs.
Ours were screamed.
Our hearts are as a closet of grandfather clocks
whose pendulums swing in unison.
I have a scar to match the bloodstain
on your carpet.
You have a nightmare to match the hole torn
through my jeans.
My baby brother’s voice is pushing
through my daydream,