As he tells me his story
****** scabs all over his arms and legs
Cigarette butts surround him like a stone circle, while he
Derides his ex-wife and son, who
Emigrated to America for a better
Future, not a trace left behind, his
Guilt-ridden eyes meet mine,
He regrets not going to rehab earlier
I know his ex wife, her name is
Jane. Pretty woman doesn’t
Know how to
Live without cherry flavoured
Medicinal affection from a
New stranger every week
Oxygen writhes out of my black lungs
Pulling me down, I’m one with the
Queers, adulterers, the man and Jane
Rest in ****
Sings the pied piper
Trapping me in a small granite slate
Upon my grave, they’ll say I was
Vagrant, a
Woe-filled alien and play “Hail Mary” on a
Xylophone made from my ribcage.
Youthful rot, nothing but a teenage
Zealot.