I see the boy
sitting by himself in the park He looks nervous twitching fingers scratching at his crotch He’s there to meet some friends They come in an instant The boy stands there silently as all his friends converse I see them walk away I follow them down lonely streets filled with wild action The boy and his friends hurry after the moment I follow them through the alley where drugs are sold One of his friends suggests they buy some drugs from the nice older gentleman with his hands in his pockets A toothpick set on his tongue the man passes a bag of something naughty to the kids they are off I keep a close eye on the boy He stays hidden in the pack as they stroll across the bridge vanish around the back They descend the steps I follow them to the edge I know the boy would someday find himself drowning I watch them from atop the bridge as they each take a turn smoking the pipe This isn’t pot I smell It smells bitter someone coughs Someone is talking fast Someone is talking faster I see their twitching bodies The boy sits there and stares at the river as I stand on the ledge He’s quiet He seems lonely I watch them talk like nothing in the world matters at this moment The boy is silent He watches as three fishes flee from the menacing snake which slithers on the surface of the wakes The boy is so quiet His friends speak of dreams The boy takes the pipe flies away or so it seems He disappears down a burnt maze of ashes He runs as his approaching destiny devours him like cereal I watch him fall from the sky in a visceral kaleidoscopic tumble Confetti is everywhere I stand there on the bridge The boy comes down fast crashes into the river I feel an abrupt sadness and anger when his friends keep smoking because they are just too fucked up to care The boy is flailing thrashing his arms & legs His friends couldn’t even fathom that this might happen to them
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My heart is a to-do list
that never gets completed My soul is like a date book that never gets addressed My mind is a series of unfortunate events My spirit is a coloring book that never gets its shades I was unsure
about where I was going but I was determined to go there with both feet facing forward Someone once said rather than test the temperature of the water with my foot as most sane people do I dive right in no holding back I was to get married to a woman I had dated for an entire tumultuous six months I was in for a surprise Nothing good in my life ever lasted for very long I knew this to be true I sat beside her every day for an entire year or more before the snowball took form and once it rolled it grew, and as it grew we danced to the tune of a homeless piano player above the Skinny Pancake It was a surprise I was a scared little boy about to step into his big boy pants We got married, just us two and her daughter in an artistic loft located above Skinny Pancake We met the woman who would act as our officiant for the event in the restaurant downstairs It was very lowkey She led us upstairs through a hallway lined with artistic depictions She brought us to a large room with a piano in the corner and there was a homeless man seated behind the piano playing a beautiful tune that would be the theme for the future proceedings He didn’t cost anything but I might have given him some money in the end which he stuffed inside his pack Then he wandered off in his ragged clothing and the officiant took pictures of us the groom the bride & the daughter outside in the blowing wind throwing the leaves around her blond hair flowing and my green eyes glowing |
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