First there was the black widow in my room.
Then there is the spot in front of my door.
It is supposed to be a dog accident.
Then there was the light out in the hallway
The only one in front of my door.
And now there is this black spot.
On the street I reside.
All the lights are out.
Over two dozen
In this one stretch
Where there are residence buildings
And a rural or highway environment
Which means except for the building lights
There are no lights on the street
And at six am waiting for the first bus
To come along creeping slowly
To make sure he does not miss a stop
Nor cause a splat of a human being.
It is Halloween dark out there!
What is a person to do?
Think pranks are being played?
Or some sort of special treat
Is in store from her least favorite
Person named Jimmy!
What more can this guy do to me?
Especially with convictions
And non real identification.
He can't possibly have enough
power to put out the streetlights.
Or does he have enough
People working for him
To even put the lights out
In a foreign country?
I remember the whole east coast
Going dark and there he was sitting
At a workstation as a teenager.
Just playing around with the console
Some idiots had left it on
When he went to the bathroom
And did not come back.
A storage closet had words
For him but not heard in time.
All Hallows eve
Is just around the corner
Not enough time
To pay the county bill
Or whatever has caused
A couple of blocks
Of lights not to light
And then there will be
All soul's day
The Day of the Dead
Is more about the resurrection
Those who believe in religion
The one day everyone dies
And the next one they get to rise
Metaphorically through the Catholic Mexicans
Creepy for some
Others are even more concerned
About their dead loved ones
And hold anniversaries
Or quiet vigils of the day
Such as today
I cant sleep
Was going to wait
Until tonight to do something
Special for my two lost ones
My father and his father
Died on the same day three years apart
It was a shock when grandpa
Went he was not too old
And suddenly he was gone
With a bad heart
Having survived his own youth
And then gone off to university
And home to work on the Manhattan
Project while his wife died
And his son stolen and then raised
By his own brother-in-law
Whose wife had no child of her own
He could remarry which he did
But was not sure if any of those girls
Were his own flesh.
His life was filled with everything
He left a whole in our hearts
But not the ones who did not want to share
Him with the first family
So, my father and I were sad
And then Jimmy went after him
Everywhere he was located
Was not safe
He hired nonrelatives
To show up and falsely claim
That they were the owners
Or the residents
Or even that he was not whom he wsa
That was so much fun
Jimmy started having him
Stolen from hospital rooms
My father was a war hero
Who had a bad heart condition
And eyesight problems
I kept chasing around the world
And finally gave up my own career
As my father had given up his engineering
In order to take care of family
But then there were those girls
Who had been raised to claim
To be the real daughter
Instead of me just like
Now I have girls like Denise
Insist they look more like
My own grandmother
Then I do myself!
How much can this guy throw at me?
Anyways the sad story
Is that Jimmy actually caught
My father sleeping at my house
Instead of somewhere else
And chained him down to the ground
Just like my dog had to by
Because he kept running away
According to Jimmy
Who had to come to live
With us against his parents
Intentions and court orders
That is when my father moved out
And my grandparents decided
They had enough with their own daughter
She did have brain cancer
But her lack of reasoning
Was intolerable
She told me not to go near him
But when I saw him standing
And had been missing for a few days
It's a good thing I kept a blanket
In the back of the car
In case the car broke down
Jimmy flicked his wrist
And my father burst into flames
My screams I am told could be heard
All the way downtown
Between pounding the flames
And protecting myself
And then cutting the chains
And dragging him to the car
While watching them do a dance
Just out of my reach
Those kids who always showed up
Acting as if they were interested
Instead of being paid to entertain
I don't believe my mother
Ever had a real friend at any time
Or the few who wanted to be nice
Were chased away
While three generations kept watch
And for what
There is nothing once one knows
That the authorities are aware
They just did not have enough evidence
It was me sitting there watching him
That got them to believe it had not happened
Instead, I was guarding the woman
Who had not known herself
What it would be to see him do it
Jimmy even had the Troths
Show up like trolls
To keep him from the hospital
Finally, backup came to the rescue
But it was too late for anything
But a life of morphine from the pain
And complete rest for him
He was being cared for by a few
Who did care and were frightened
Florida was the answer I got
To find him a safe place
And then the storm hit
Not a hurricane but still fierce
It was me being removed
By the authorities
And the different girls who
We're pretending to be me
That went by to visit him
That still leads me to believe
It was not an accident
He died on the same day
As his father who had
Just returned from one
Of his trips oversees
Ralph liked to see his old friends
Just to make sure there was not
Going to be an accident.
Which is what did happen
And here we are again
With a nuclear catrastrophy
Waiting to happen again.
Growing up with men
Who are smarter than most
But always under siege
Did they ever have enough?
Of life to enjoy themselves
To make it worth it!
The short life they had.
Should they have been given
A chance to keep their deaths
From happening by actually
Following through with the court orders.
Or simply putting Jimmy
Out of his misery.
And maybe my mother
Would not have been so bad
When she could not understand,
Anymore what her brain
Was not functioning.
And just wanted her way
With us all.
Despite it being wrong
Maybe,
Life never will be the same.
Without them in it,
Or Jimmy still in it.
Who should I blame?
Not God
It is not his fault.
But his ministers
Who keep on speaking
And sitting,
But not completing their tasks.
How can one sit and watch
A known rapist gets on stage.
Or live with a murder on the lose?
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