Beneath broken pens, convenience store
receipts, and a fine layer of neglect,
a black voodoo doll--legs bent beneath him--
studies the needle sticking out of his sternum,
the stitched scars on his skin, and wonders
what it is about love that turns humans violent.
A treacle haired boy grasps the doll
and draws it up from the inside of his mother's
cardboard box. With a grin the size of Alaska,
he pulls the needle out and presses it in again.
In come the shadows, out goes his innocence;
in come the shadows, out goes his innocence.
A teenage near-man wakes, leg suspended
In a near florescent white room
Studying the bandages enveloping his ster