i'm back--(for me)

Little blonde man

Two-feet-tall, soft raccoon hands

You’re a funny little gremlin

With a mind like springy sunlight

And amused, animal eyes

Clouded with curiosity like

That of an angelic ape

You remind me of a shadow

Of neurons that still

Reside in my cold skull

Forgetting itself, indignant at everything

Calling for mother

I can feel it dying in my eyes

Ugly old child

Bald, with a coincidental kind of cuteness

With a face burrowing in on itself

Confused, searching eyebrows

You also are disappearing, being replaced with

A wrinkled pile of pudgy pain

You are remembering third grade

All of a sudden—and you

Don’t like it;

Death is like the fear

Of shitting your pants

You remind me of a star

Whose bright white shadow I live in

Whom I race to, blindly

Whom I will stumble into backwards

And my last coherent thought to cling to

Will be the fading glimpse of the

Planet I have left behind.