Reckless Boy

You’re a lost hope boy, a picturesque car wreck in neutral greys

smoking Marlboro reds and cursing at the stars, their twinkle too bright

for your hung over eyes.

You walk with the burden of a criminal, hiding the pistol inside a ragged coat pocket, always concealing the evidence behind a childish grin.  

Yet feet will never run fast enough, and the chain on your bike will always

be broken, and someday you will trip on a crack in the pavement and come face to face with a frightened and lonely little boy begging for attention.

The riddles of youth will shatter leaving a pernicious delinquent

discontent with the beaten and broken face reflected in every mirror,

for you are a ferocious extravagance, a subtle threat to the balance of complacency,

But perhaps you have come too far boy and it is time to go home.

This world is not for tenuous souls like you, reckless days

have passed and a dark figure waits ahead, holding the hands of fate.