Reckoning

I am lost in translation from a boy to a man

My dad has left the building and I’m trying to fill in

Don’t recommend this to the faint of heart

It’s just a little reckoning and I’m dead from the start

Peace be with you, and also with you

I haven’t a clue where all that peace went

Try to envision the lack of neglect

Try to imprison the face and the neck

I just don’t have it, the thing I once had

I can even remember what it felt like, it must have been bad

I wished for its ease and discovered the magic

Of wishing and getting your wish to come true

Reckoning the distance that my hand has to travel from navel to brain and back to the gavel

Life isn’t fair to the man who is aged and life doesn’t care about the child who had died

Peace on your asshole and let go of the life

It’s not automatic and might end this very night

Get what you can when the desire is present

When that shit is gone you won’t know what hit you

This is your warning, I didn’t get mine

This is your warning one very last time

JKF

2/20/16