12 years old and
He didn't know any better
kept inside from the wolves and wind
He had nothing to go on but instinct
no church   no bread   no altered states
no patriotism    no mother
Lived in stasis Monday through Friday
turned into a lizard on the weekends
Blue eyes and an angel face that never smiled
You ran back to the desert
when you had completed your stone wall sentence
Never realizing it could be otherwise
You paid your dues in full each day
Indebted to only the Son
The Father
And the ghosts of your rainbow turnstile past.

08.18.2010