A boy named Homonym

A boy named Homonym

One step, two steps
He took his time to come back
With Sinatra in his soul, and spoonfuls of Nancy
He shut the world out.

She found him locked in a closet
Reading a book
“Mother, tails and tales and mayors and mares
Who do I believe?”

One step, two steps
He took his time to come back
With avocado greens and berry reds
He shut the world out.

She found him under the bed
Reading a book
“Mother, main and mane and nose and knows
Who do I believe?”

One step, two steps
He took his time to come back
With the smell of eau de parfum
He shut the world out.

She found him behind the drapes
Reading a book
“Mother, sleigh and slay and rain and reign
Who do I believe?”

“Son, the world’s full of pain, and we are to blame.
The preys have to pray, and the writers are always right
Our breaks break us, and we sell our hearts at haats.
We lie with the lies, and our tears tear us apart.
So, embrace death when it comes to you,
because life’s a lyrical game, and nothing’s really true.”

One step, two steps
The boy gave up on Larkin and Yeats too
He died of paper cuts, and left behind bloody leaves
now the footnotes are red, and it’s only grammar that grieves.

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