He raises the bottle of Wild Turkey, enthralled
As sad as a clown, as restless as mercury
No rest to be found–buses, couches, a Mexican room
A translated soul, in feverish bouts
A lonely flag in unchartered land
Messiah, Buddha, drunken madman
Haunted by life, the death of a brother
The tug and pull of his own private moon
When he finally surrendered, they could not bury
The little boy who remembered all.