Maniac McGee

Thu, 04/10/2014 - 20:25 -- Leoma

We can’t wake him.

No don’t wake Grandpa.

But see breakfast ready

He’ll come when he’s ready

If he’s ready

Breakfast is ready.

 

But don’t wake him

not from his bed

hospital bed

where all he sees is a chain-link fence

like the one that held him in

the one he slammed his son against

baby against.

 

He couldn’t play poker

in the Jeep

in the hole

on the beach.

He knows this.

So please.

don’t wake him.

 

 

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