Just A Kid

When the telemarketer called

you said you couldn't talk to them

because you were just a kid.

 

"Just a kid?" I said

"A kid who smokes the life out of his lungs

and colors his mind with thirteen different kinds

of hallucinogenic substances?

 

"A kid with turpentine colored eyes

who stares at women until their hearts break

to the rythm of your seductively strummed guitar

 

"A kid who has watched his lovers crumble

and carve their skins with kitchen knives

while he waits with stony patience

in the midnight parking lot?"

 

"Yeah," he said

"Just a kid."

 

 

Reviews

[Wildecat]

This is a wonderful poem,thanks for sharing.

[Lady Lazarus.]

this is awe inducing...
I love it.