past the siding, neon green even
it bounces.
it should have been dead
not sure why it’s not
maybe…
i have a hammer maybe two
maybe not.
life has its own reasons
know them or not we may
or may not.
not to us to say.
this, the house of my youth
where i learned to lie
to fuck
to turn truth into fiction.
ah yes.
where i learned a creature.
that creation that became me.
here i am.
name me.
my name is Benji,
Destructive Anachronism 