Home Movies

[Naked]

So I wrote this pretty quickly, and it seems unfinished, but I don't know why.
Any suggestions?

His mind is tame
living in a reservation
tricking itself that its
free to ration its thoughts,
those of a nation
saturated with headlines of infatuation

And he can't imagine
what he saw as a child
the wild things, gentle and soft
tucking him under blankets of clocks

his body is taller
but cut at the waste
and he watches his legs
as they trample his face,
a stampede though the maze
he traced with crayons,
coloring the canyons
and filling them with dye
so if he trips it would stain his eyes,
and tint his sight away from the monotone grey,
that blends his wife and children
with his bottled office building

And his home movies
project on his eyelids
to entertain his kids
with barking images
that they watch and review and repeat...
see and absorb and debate...
memorize and imitate...