My mother did her housework on her hands and knees.

My father sat in the corner and stared his half-crazed blue-eyed mongoose stare.

On Fridays she would take me to music lessons 20 miles away

And at the full moon we would sit at the sanctuary

Or drive anywhere petrol would get us there and back.

At 13 I told him if he didn't get help I would have him committed

And he'd better lock his door night. He said, 'Are you

Threatening me, son? Many a better man than you has tried.'

I said, 'There aren't many men a bullet won't stop.'

In one of my 15 year old rages I said, 'You think you're Jesus Christ

And no man is saved but he comes through You.'

He said the trouble with that was I thought I was God Almighty.

No, He forgives. I haven't quite managed that yet.