March 10, 2005

Night Ranger

The Young Marine, my brother in 1982. Even in this brief term of extreme conformity, he was in rebellion to parental authority, and barely survived basic training...


"Night Ranger"

Even now...
That years of silence pass
between us
No words are needed,
perhaps
For we both know
how things lie

We are rebels
The children of rebels
Seeped in self absorbed
collusion with chaos
Prefering constant upset
to a workable relationship

You sowed the wind,
and reaped the whirlwind.
This is how
you wanted life.
Your way
AND the highway,
for what purpose is
making your bed
if you cant lie in it as well?

The hearts you have broken
Mother sister, wives and son
Are your own heart
Scared
from a driven life

Once angry
Now past the rage
into indifference
You have embraced the madness
we both forswore...

To this end
we are strangers
my brother and I
who shared a mother's womb.
Linked by blood
and a mutual rage
we share a bent towards
self destruction...


Dedicated to my brother "The Night Ranger" on his 42nd birthday. If you are reading this then you know where to find me...