My grandmother had three clocks. Grandfather clocks, lovely antiques. I cleaned them each & every Sunday. I thought "what a waste of time." and other things too. My Grandfather had a big swimming pool. I would test the chemicals, and clean it. My friends, and I, would play many games in that pool. Until our eyes would sting and itch. I still drive by that house. My father was a drug dealer. He never came home at night. Back then my dreams were full of chase scenes. I was left cooking the macoroni. For my siblings and their questions. Our Mother was not eachothers'. A halter top wrung out upon the line. Lip stick and eye liner positioned. Another night out on the town. Somethings are better left un-said. In the distance is a gate and a well. up ahead sits a man counting out coins. he knows who I am, and much more too. Like my favourite songs, and middle name. Looming behind my approach, waits tomorrow.