there was so much everywhere

depression caught him like a loveless clutch
sitting in the chair
the rifle neath his chin

he pulled the pin
and scattered his thoughts
like his unsown seed
across the tiled ceiling
and his heart shed
a fountian of tears
in a final geyser gesture

running down the lazy boy
chair
his posters
his walls

staining the dark pool of night
neath his posture

the beautiful eyes
haunted beyond the youth
the electric guitar and
synthesizer

the chevelle parked in the
garage

his mother prepared sandwichs
for the father until arthritis
twisted them like her pain
of loss beyond use

and he drank and became
verbose
and sullen
walled behind his
pride
while his son turned
to dust in the plot

and the room fell silent
till they tore down the
home

and nursing room
time wore out on them
both