the trumpets sound off like rumbling thunder
inside the cranium;
thinking of the 21gun salute.
as the first shot is let loose,
hot soulless shells
caught by cold solid ground;
memories unleashed like wild hungry hunting hounds;
trips upstate to cop heavy metal weight,
tecs,
k's,
glocs,
and gauges.
kite back home
unlock the barred cages
hit ten different spots
added up the large swollen knots,
stash the cash
then wild-out at the Mardi Gras bash.
Memories of brothers growing up too fast;
no time to enjoy adolescence
or to even sit back,
relax and give thanks
for all the unseen blessings;
It's hard to focus with shots busting
while you sleep,
awake wound-less,
but still have to pack heat
to feel safe strolling the streets;
Memories of the good,
the bad,
and the ugly.
dreadful dreams
when you have to recuperate without a mattress,
pillow or cover,
sharing space with the one that resembles
your swarthy face.
mad because he snored and hogged all the sheets.
Memories of going to school just to eat lunch,
walking home praying that the food stamps wasn't
canceled last month,
but no matter what never went hungry
because my big brother could make something
out of a whole bunch of nothing.
quickest when it came to doing the dang thang;
Memories of us ducked off
stuck in the game.
I miss you
and as I write
I wonder if my hidden memories
are the cause of my negative issues...