Dice tickling concrete.
Fathers with necessities. A euphemism for drugs and liquor.
In dealings, a uniform to heart, he
dies to get respect—the juvenile with issues.
Falling into love, what we call
addiction, tucked into its demon.
I would see her, to dream her,
never to know her;
Pain with song, as she drifts
regions, its misery to need beyond redemption.
Never came back. I felt it in soul.
Like I lost a chunk of myself.
That innocent soul, taking it in
wisely, a kid knocking on a coconut.
Lost virginity. Never owned it.
Where do we go from losing?
So sacred it seems, treated with
disdain, to love and win!
I would envy spirits, trying to
have spirit, elements in stars, dreams in scars, and trying to adore.
It was death when granny died. The
glue to the problem. Mother emptied her account.
Bankrupt, acting rich, eating 50$
burgers. I laugh!
