Mayakovsky's Revolver

<br /><em>from Mayakovsky's Revolver<br /><br />I keep thinking about the way<br />blackberries will make the mouth<br />of an eight year old look like he's a ghost<br />that's been shot in the face. In the dark I can see<br />my older brother walking through the tall brush<br />of his brain. I can see him standing<br />in the lobby of the hotel <br />alone crying along with the ice machine.</em>