Batty

Tex said, "The cancer healed the breach."

But it wasn't enough to save that little peach

Heart muscle torn, he's bee unborn

No interests swirling 'round him

Two letters done, his companion

He lies smoking in his garden


Roland needed his eye medicine

The nurse made a mistake and she poured the wrong shit in

His second year those inflated tears like rain on an opaque window

Corneas scarred he plays in the yard

Searching for those bright moments


My caste like an enzyme in my blood

Taking years off my life, pulling a funeral hood

Face is half gone, cancer sores drawn

A curtain of his infection

Calcified fate, he found a loose grate

Deep in the dark protection