Then:
It was on the horizon,
seemed a ways off
            but it was there,
“Well, I don’t need to
talk/tell/tear his head off
‘till tomorrow.”
            He,
 being my best friend
            Brad,
who I knew, before the
     dot on the horizon zoomed right up,
liked my sister.
            Sweet Merciful Crap!
    No good could come of that,
he explained certain feelings
   (which is scary, ‘cause my sister
            and I look a lot alike)
                        EEWW!! Smack head,

      leave bad image, leave!
He dreamt of their wedding (Was I in jail? Uninvited?)
    and said that he liked
            the idea of being my
                        “real” brother (in-law,
which is funny, because neither of us
            has a strict bond to any kind of
                        law).
After he bared all his deep,
                                    secret feelings
I laughed at him,
     but only to put a serious
            tarnish on the shine
he was taking to my sister, because
                        it was
                        NOT
                        funny.
I told him why he
shouldn’t/couldn’t/over my dead body won’t.
But it was never because of
him.
        My sister is stupid
            and would eventually do something
                        to hurt him
                        or push him
           then he may hurt her,
           and I would have to
                   hurt him,
    I didn’t want that to happen.
 
maybe it wasn’t my place,
            because things went “my”
    way and everything is
                        so FUBAR
            that I wish she was with him.
 
Now:
I don’t see her or
    my awesome nephew, Adam

and it hurts me.
She,                 shortly after I put the
                        kibosh on Brad’s
                                         hopes,
hooked up with another loser.
 
Before “Now”, but after “Then”:
Brad was there during
                        one
            of the clashes between me
                        and her new
inbred/room temperature IQ’d/lawn mowing
                        boyfriend
                                                and his three friends.
       He felt safe with them there,
            but I (and Brad also) knew otherwise.
I wanted badly to
    dance my knuckles
                  on his chin,
one quick waltz to
       the edge of the conscious ballroom,
where he would look dazed,
     like a prom date that
            tipped back a few too many,
 before he completely let go,
                    slipped into concrete loafers
            then step into the eyes
                                    closed ocean.
 
BUT, standing
                        beside my sister,
            was Adam, looking at me,
      those blue, blue, blue eyes,
that I didn’t want to see me
            with some hick’s blood and
                        teeth (all six of them)
ground into my knuckles like
            planets still holding their glow
                        as the colored sunrise sky
                                    takes over the world.
 
Someday:
Many horizons away
I/Brad/my sister/her boyfriend/his friends
may all get what’s coming,
                        but not Adam,
            not if I can help it.

09/16/2003

Posted on 09/19/2003
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