I think
Of the boy
Stoned
At the grill
Facts
His reply
To everyone’s
Requests
How he worked
So his mom
Wouldn’t beat
The others
And how he
Stayed stoned
To avoid
The darkness.
Cheerfully
Woefully
Propped in place
Happily
Jokingly
Smoking by dumpsters
And dreaming
Into old
Fry boxes
And burger sleeves.
I remember the
Day
They said he
Did it
Of his own will
Was it free?
A bullet
Execution
Style
Just wasn’t his way
That kid
At the grill
Facts
And a smile
A joke
A toke.
I don’t think
God minds so much
When the choice
Was already made.
– true story. He was no murderer. Just a scared child
