CHILDHOOD
(For Rusty McClain)

by September 18, 2010 0 comments

Hanging in the closets
of childhood
were secrets
followed by
embarrassments,
and small hand guns,
bluejays
of injustice
cocked
against cool darkness.

And just below the sweatshirt
not worn
in weeks,
slept
the pearl-handled
egalitarian life
you were promised.

As anxiety
carved your
adolescent
grief,
each dawn
you arose
an outcast Phoenix
from the ashes
of your dreams.

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