Lee Deville Lives

In
the beginning.

In the beginning,

I sat at an opulent table,
and gazed out a panoramic window onto the world along side my elders,
titans of virtue.
My mother's dead weight not oppressing her chair,
out whoring in the city.
Father away overseeing his own chaotic kingdom

As a boy
trying to be a man
I sat in my father's chair, and was cast out of paradise.
The branches of the family tree
bidding me adieu.

A cold day in 1989
my father sold his wood chipper for drug money.
The damage had already been done.
Down treacherous dynasties,
Icarus then falls to the Earth.

I was 7 when I first saw them,
They were massive
Shadow monsters,
Arm's like apes,
trespassing on the sanctity
of the day.
With no purpose
except to blight
my mind.
Sometimes they gave me comfort.
Other times, 
I had a hard time,
not screaming.