autumn leaves in forgotten
in search of the monsters
underneath suburban beds.
just the wilderness, two brothers
and a notebook messy with the
notes of the one who came before.
handpicked from an old wooden box.
the tools of the trade
were given by the father to the eldest son
in place of the mother
he would never have.
that always runs back
to their roots in
the face of danger
because family will always
come before lovers and promises
of a safe, perfect life.
and an old
driving down an abandoned highway,
wind whipping in through open windows
as music blares through worn speakers –
carrying two wayward sons
towards a new adventure.