Andrew Weigl

The Namesake

My father named me Andrew

After a beautiful dead one

They all say

So cut from the belly of my momma

And crowed with the title of a fallen

I grew up from there

My father was a fighter

My mother was a painter

Son was ashamed and full

With kindness and rage

And to this day

Carries ghost weight

Knows no other

Avenue for traveling

Though I’m open to options

And alternative methods

By which I might come to peace

And place away from ache

And time away from heavy

To let go my let goes

Devotion to my move on and up

Push-ups and shadow boxing

City College know how

Working every Sunday

New York live it up

Not quite fame

But you could call me notorious

Maybe worth a story

Seen it all and named it mine

Ate it up then burned it down

Autographed in blood

So topple down to floors

I can sleep anywhere

I have risen from the trash

I piled it up to leave for later days

Taken into account

My follies and my anger

My downfalls and my struggle

Own up and pay

The piper or these ghosts

Who make themselves available

And so I can not help but

Take them at their value

With reason for our contact

And conduct is important

When dealing with the dead