Memoir for Him

I remember when I got his
Grandma hooked on pot
The border of her world
is now yellow sickly sweet piss
(my? Shame) bed bound
He thought he was the cock of the roost,
he was not
I warrant that his warrant will be outstanding
(may the pang of hope of truth be unbound)
Retreat! Our triumph is his judgment and guilt
and meant to be eternal
Only every other day of the week am I weak;
My crash was graceful;
the landing,
Smooth, beyond belief,
brother move toward the light fraternal
Game Set Match