Poison Oak

Three evil kids-

Half monster- half kid,

Approached a boy and they said:

“Let’s get rid of an old friend”.

His name? Boyhood, childhood:

AKA; slides and sawdust-

Little kid,

Youth,

Toy guns and army man salutes;

Flushed down the toilet,

Like his old fish blue.

Big sweaters,

Any weather.

Bloody knees;

Bugs in jars.

Flushed cheeks.

Slug bug cars.

Awkward haircuts.

Buck teeth.

Math sucks;

Bad at English,

But he was the best on his team…

Played air guitar.

Rode his bike a little too far

Rolled down hills

Swam in lakes.

Always stayed out a little too late.

Dirty hands.

Kool-aid stained mouth.

Handsome photographs-

Too many to count.

They brushed his hair;

Picked out his clothes

He was always so unaware;

Mommys broken heart

Dads job

Big brother…well it’s all fog.

One day these evil kids approached him

 They said:

“We’ll fix you- we’ll fix it!”

Real guns.

No sweater;

Bloody and real cold,

In any weather.

No money in his pocket.

Pale face.

Stealing cars-

Because he lost his.

Shaved off all his hair

Drug addict.

Tattoo’s everywhere

No teeth

Math still sucks-

Never learned it

English? Never passed it.

Forgot about his team,

And bought a guitar

Played on the streets

Never got him far.

Tripped and fell down hills

Now he takes baths in the river

Mom thinks he’s a killer

Dirty hands

Coke stained nose

Blood stained mouth

Burned the photographs,

Not many to count.

No clothes;

He’s still so unaware.

Mommys broken heart

Dad’s heart attack; fell down the stairs.

Brother still in ‘college’

He never came home,

But no one can acknowledge;

No one can accept.

Why did boyhood leave?

It totally changed him.

Who were these mysterious evil kids?

Little demons.

Ruined and killed the kid-

Now he’s just a body.

Now life has no meaning;

How can he be somebody?