His best friend left town w/o telling him

I didn’t go home but
went to visit Neal at the bar

I’d overstayed my welcome at Grant’s
and killed his beer

I smelt cheap
and irresistible

I should go home and eat with my wife & mother
; dad was about to go to bed from
15 hours of bus driving

He had to come out of retirement
so my mother could have health insurance.
She is rotting away at the ankles

She has weeping ankles
& diabetes
cellulitis &
morbid obesity
& medicine she doesn’t take

I will never see dad again
because if you could die from tired eyes
dad died

Years back mom died
and is the puppet of a smile

Wife is 23 years pregnant
and going to die at birth

I didn’t go home but
went to see Neal at the bar

I caught him in the parking lot

he treated me like a stranger too

so I went home