Least Read Poems for and About Brothers

Marked! The morning
is for inspections
of what was taken.
I detect my blood pieces

adrift at sky within
capsules, the apertures
the size of a pore;
tiny purposeful ones, how many

time capsules
have been forgotten?
How many are living?
Like you.

I am deciding
my muscles to dig
up the pearl-skinned
plastic horse

in action- a forelock
perpetually aloft
laying next
to the brother's belly-up

skateboard. The burial
was not marked
as we were captainsure ...

It is all about children.


I know of a man who can be outspoken at times
he is also very rich, which can be an aber
the struggle to find meaning in life when 
you can have all the physical things life offers
To be wealthy is a strain, do try it if you can 
the man in mind also has a great sense of
wicket humor, which makes a so very human
He has the idea that people of means should
have as many children as they can 
I agree the well-situated can afford to give 
children a proper upbringing and a great education 
and they...