arguing about marijuana
jail time and legalization
he was fifteen,
the center and heat,
the brains and the reason
within debate,
but in a jam,
with the law,
and he wore a white wrist band
to prove it;
which commanded
the conductors attention
as he passed by
before the next station
'do not get off the train'
he said,
and the embarrassment
cast from eyes
were an open
invitation
to a conversation
worth having.
and the five other exiting bodies
created a window
for me to see deep into your soul
as you swore time and again,
attempting to convince us both
you didn’t steal that cell phone,
and i wanted to say i forgave you
but instead let you believe your acting
was on par.
but at least when they expelled you from school
they couldn’t expel you from grace
and all i hope is that you felt like it was true
in our ten minutes;
after which you went back to your
fighting words and hard core
back turned hat
and bull shit
faking of a rebel headliner
without the hardest years of life
ahead of you
and nothing and no
one behind you.
but then again maybe
you had no choice, but to
play that part to make it,
and i’ll give you entertainer
you had us wall to wall
enraptured
by that story of the german
you met in the city
and the legal drinking age,
what makes law you asked,
and how our laughter
became belief when you said
he was the only father
you really had
god damnit,
if i knew a thing or two;
i might have said more than
peace kid,
i might have given you my wallet, anything
and at least told you to make something
of your mind
something of your potential, i could have
called your mother in ft. lauderdale
and told her hang up
the booze
and enroll you in language class
i could have,
asked for a name,
to put beneath the face
of the kid that just may
smoke
himself broke
and third offense his way
into a place with metal wrist bands,
so what makes law?
in the end,
it didn't matter
so much as the laughter,
the commonality
through jacksonville and after
and you created that,
i just hope you don't forget it.
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