Padre

He conjured half a joint
From a hideout in his
Spare tire, said that's how he
Used to cope with the cold nights and
Lonesome days ,and to
Puff the other way

For he had to drive us back
And my heart laughed because the
Grownup and the kid keep
Arguing like a divorced couple inside 

Of his head
We sung all the anime tracks
We could remember, even those
Older than my time that I watched
On VHS while my mum was in the
Kitchen making Sesame sweets
There was frost on the window panes
The rainbow would wink at me after

A day's streak of rain
I must've waited for years on that 

Musty couch for my brother to
Come back from school, afternoons

Felt like a long dream and only the burn

In my fingers would slap me awake when

I snuck to have some buns before they

Were ripe for the picking

Why did I think of that while

Cooped on the back
Of that truck, humming away the

Last years of my youth, letting go

Of some sighs I had left from my 

Latter disappointments
Why did the stars scintillate with such

Vigor even though they might have

Perished to dust right after

Why does the night sky feel

Both like the end and the beginning so 

Much that one is possessed by such

Despair and avarice twirling in their heart

A serpent devouring all that is bright

It's only in winter that such moments.

Feel infinite and death does not

Exist.