all the world loves Kyle who
hasn’t any surname only the
winningest smile on the
strongest of faces with
every right emotion
emitted every needed
instance so even I like him.
they loved King Saul singing
and dancing for he was the
winningest yet to come tho
he towered over them sky
ward as Kyle over all yes
even me and surely Dave
who also evidently loved the king.
a friend has bought them all
fresh drinks and I forgot
such bonding ever still
exists yet it only does
apart from me for whom
it’s much too late to erase
the hurt from this videotape.
I’m back to earth to my Welch’s
white my Strings of Solitude
recording knowing Kyle
knows I must exist but not in the
twisting of my wrist designed
to all but capture him
indelibly in naked ink.