an old story

an old story is was once a part of


hey boy

you get to be very tangible


now your father

he gets to be

very intangible


the mother is real

the father just a dream

yet he was here

and she was not


which does not appear to make much cents

on the surface


surface is a clue


the front is a small part of what is


is is just another word for

me and you

and what once was


life is the crazy bitch

that can never be caught

but sometimes catches you

and me and the rest of our little band