Brother

I jump on the 7.45am train 

To go and visit my brother Zane, 

Only one change Manchester Piccadilly, 

I'm enjoying 4 seats to myself no one else, not for long though, and then arrives the chatterbox passenger himself, 

"Ooh there's the land fill and look at that satellite dish", 

His wife bites her lip I think she wants him to shush, 

But hey no fear of peace. 

Short walk platform 1 to platform 8, 

I hope the trains not late,

Perfect on time, 

Thank goodness for that I mime.

Not sure what's going to be in store when I walk onto the platform and through my brothers front door, 

Intrigued but apprehensive, I feel pensive.

My brother greets me with open arms a big genuine hug,

No back tapping & cold feeling just warmth and love.

Long chats about childhood, none of it any good, 

The brothers slapping each other,

Where was my mother,

Oblivious or ignoring she must have seen the warnings.

Brothers calculating how can we improve our slapping episodes,

How can we kill him,

Our situation is fucking grim and Dane developers the reflexes of a cheetah.

Father discusses Aunty Susan with 16 year old son, 

She must have got under his skin, 

If only his wife knew of this shit out of the blue, 

Given the chance he would have pounced on the younger sister, 

But asked for his sons approval to assist,

In his contorted weird world he says he wants to take her out, asking his sons approval,

But the underlying reason is crucial,

He wants a shag, so he can brag or maybe he just wants to call her a slag.

Destruction!!

No one really knows 'what's really his bag'.

So back to the murder plan,

Zanes eye pushed onto hard metal, pain and humiliation ensue, 

But he's a small child what can he do?

Mother, mother where are you to help to stop the pain for little Zane,

It's all gone dark, oh my God you are the counterpart.

Tiny circle of light? I peep through and pray it doesn't ignite, heart pounding  palpitations,

My whole life is astounding, 

Oh which shall I choose, stick, bar, belt or stick with metal, 

That one is the worst, but what have I done to deserve so much,

When all I really want is a cwtch.

Hecseems so butch,

It hurts so much.

I run away, 

Hooray!!!!

Please don't make me go back, 

I open the door, I'm frightened my chest tightens,

Mother and small blonde thing with her, is this my sister I don't know, but she does. 

She is being dragged like a yukka under her mothers wing in her fantasy of course.

I have to go back and face the swing,

One day in my eyes he will be nothing.

No fear will I see or hear,

And one day he will simply disappear.