teenage soul,

it’s just some old racer bike I used to ride to class
purple suede shoes an honest grin
mellow clouds pass above
lie awake, tye died
leaves rattle, blustery Wednesday noon
milling in the city park,
today was not my day
Dog need leashes in the park
Mother’s tears splashed- a few hours away
little black book I died today.
a pup urinating on my wooden leg
all over; clouds blew blue.