The Attention Deficit Disorder

The way the morning comes on
again, the lunar pelt still aglow
I do all of the things
you don't have to.
Once again it is bad news
unfit for human ears,
this boy still draws
with the ancient hand
of children who know
the color of the father's
demons, know the strategies
of the devil when the devil
remarks on some better deal.

These are the thoughts
that got lost yesterday,
came and left in the breeze
which tampers and tampers,
all we needed was a little sleep,
a better system and we'd
run right in, start right up.
Not this time because that boy
is going away real fast.

I wonder about the time
he slept under his mother's
breast, his first fingernail
and still see
the imprint of love
in his outstretched struggle.

Love me again
just love me again.
I'm not all that bad
just a bit pudgy
with a few old scars.

On how he can buy a gun
or take hostage
the entire town
because he might.
Virginia is so far away
from the sleepovers,
tucked into the archipelago
boot camp for the self annoyed.

You do these things alone you know.
There isn't a pamphlet
with one, two, three
on one side and an address
on the other.