Ted

Old man Cowell and boy Ted, Hardcore and alcohol unlocked doors in his head. Midnight’s rage held a speculum, every one of them became Brooks. Two escapes and from a sling, cast or uniform one beetle shell thinned apartment and dorm. Swung and dumped on both coasts, Dipped a hand in the green river, and lost count of his ghosts. Paid part of his debt on a Florida chair. Rode the Lightning to eternity. Consumed by what awaited him there.