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Epilogue
I knows it’s sad,
I’ve lost so many people.
Its downright scary,
Because I’ve forgotten them all.
And I’m going to mourn for the baby
Who died alone in the rain.
He did not know the name
We assigned him,
So we screamed it out in vain
And that is what he went to sleep with.
A brilliance walking in
These lonely streets of Alta Loma;
The streets of Los Angeles,
And the streets around it.
So I’m trying to get my head around
The concept of a metropolis,
All those close to her,
And then those who,
She just keeps around.
I’m still trying to figure out which one I am.
I know she had pretty nails on her long fingers
But that’s not what I remember,
When I remember how she struck me.
I’m trying to write a happy story,
But the epilogue is bringing me back
To the sad words which were written for me,
He was so beautiful, and with a steady voice.
He wore a hooded sweater that held together
His luminescent body.
I figured the shallow words he struck me with,
Had to be the less than the substance I knew he had.
And now he is driving in a pick up truck laughing,
With his brother, they are both
Naked from the waist up.
With a bumper sticker on the rear,
Letting me know that if I plan on laughing too,
I need to keep some things to myself.
Because even if I was always just a joke,
My sexuality somehow isn’t just a laughing matter.
Those who study American history,
Have to know the United Kingdom was more than
Just three small kingdoms;
England, Ireland, and Scotland.
Because those who took over the world,
Never needed to inherit anything.
So maybe what I was given,
doesn’t really matter,
Its just the epilogue,
Lost to my past,
Something else I’ve forgot.
