little indian

damn, you look like your dad
it looks like they had
to fabricate a place
for you at the table
i’m certainly able
to relate to that, these days

jekylls & hydes
we’re all two-toned inside
and i know the story behind
what your young eyes tried to hide
in those fabricated photos
fading at the fray
we all wonder about the portrait
had things gone the other way

i guess i finally got to see
all those family albums
that you never busted out for me

i write myself this lullaby
as my lone body tosses
for all our many losses.