The Grandeur Part 1

For Hunter

You never got caught on the page never severed a leg in bear trap never shredded a sleeve on treebranch & never got wounded with words. You an eluder a petty thief a throwing star torn from the tree & tucked into a trailerpark boys tight blackjeans pocket. You always a fading abstraction like our old shared dream from which we woke unable to walk cause the world was a Gravitron on a loose axis & we were weak kneed & wasted from rocking chairs spinning colors & hypothetical motion.