The Brother's Bloom (A Poem)

The Brother’s Bloom,
A movie of a writer who's tainted by the money scams,
I think of this movie because I too drink cheap Italian red wine,
As I pop my vino rosso, dim the lights and relax,
Empty out the leftover cash from my pocket,
Throw it on the end table beside me,
I grab the remote & look for something to watch,
The Brother’s Bloom,
Perfectly imperfect oxford costumes,
Love at first sight but also on the run,
Lies & truths woven so perfectly together,
The money comes & goes,
The love, the lost,
The fire of hope,
Depression in Montenegro,
Born to be wild,
But as the big wide world takes him into the ring,
His moral compass awakens,
He begins to ask,
Why?

The con artist always asks how,
But the the Writer asks why,
The one in search of purpose asks why,
Why is the beginning of first principles thinking,
Why may get you to the next level,
Or bare the cost of never knowing why,
And then your bound for insanity with a sprinkle of suicide,
That’s how he ended up in Montenegro...

What’s your Montenegro?
Where you hide away & escape the world,
Where profit is irrelevant & morals are present,
Where life begins and business dies,
Where your short sighted foes wouldn’t last a day.
Where your reputation is swell and they know you well,
Where apples fall from the tree,
Where blind men are guided home,
Where it rains but the leaves shelter you,
Where you’re so at home that you could walk into the rain & not even care,
Where love begins and norms die,
Where your white oxford shirt soaks unitil your skin shows through,
Where love is blind in the middle of the night,
Where mountain peaks show their gloom,
Clouds reign & wind blows but nothing stands in your way,
Nothing stands in the way of you, being you.
Where is your Montenegro,
And what is your why?
And who is your Penelope that will bring you there...?