My God, I didn't know how this came over me...this is for and about my little brother, Eric. Joe is my older brother, who once threw Dad out on the street literally. He's run off to Monterey. I wrote this actually mostly following a stanza pattern. Yes, I'm talking about my penguin tattoo; this one: [link]

One of my muses shouts, yet is softly heard- the other whispers hidden meanings I have to find on my own...

Yes, there's a hidden meaning in here.

And so I must strengthen my resolve, for him.

Yet as much as I say this, a tear forms in my eye-
Not for him;
But for me...