Clear...BOOM

Clear….BOOM

We’d play this game for hours

I’d press on my big brother’s chest

And he’d writhe with my baby fist electrocution

Shocked by my invisible medical tools

Brought back to life by my furious laughter

Hours, hours, hours

Because it made me laugh

Of all the hours in his life

How many did I steal for myself?

A five year old doesn't care

Clear…BOOM

Again and again and again

On the Flintstone's bed

That belonged to the twins

I, a doctor

A being with wizardous strength in my fat baby fists

Shocked his heart to life

More times than I can count

But when he was on the floor of his bathroom

Mouth full of vomit

Step son slapping, punching his face

When he was on the floor of his bathroom

Paramedics beating his chest

Clear…BOOMing his chest

His wife: I don’t know, I don’t know…

My mother, with the doctor by the shirt

Bring him back, bring him back, bring him back

And me, too late

With my powerful hands

Perhaps too late to shock him back to life

“I don’t want him to be alone”

And as I enter to stare at this body

This body that belonged to my brother

I feel his hands, but they are cold

So I search for warmth, and find his neck

I search for life, and listen to his chest

And knowing I won’t be alone for long

I clear BOOM

Clear BOOM

Clear fucking BOOM to bring him back

But magic only works for fat baby fists.