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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