Mr. Haffbrayne

He was at half empty
Now, a quarter full
“Look at all these dreams I’ve chased
and memories that I’ve pulled.”

He was half past empty
He was done with air
“I have gone and come so far,
the darkness doesn’t dare.”

Haffbrayne walks, he’s playing dumb.
Knows they’re talking, waiting some.
Sorting stuff inside to put out when it’s time.
Stroopwafels, shotgun, sitting by the dream.
Stoops flop, rooftops rhyming twilight’s seam.

“Half gone,
she gone,
and I can’t leave a message.”

“What if this half doubled? That one is the same.”
Haffbrayne skips and says a name.