For someone I love

 

He spills the marijuana onto the table

and rushes outside.

He’s been my friend for many a year,

and tonight he’s taking us on a ride.

 

There’s a slam beyond the door

of his disheveled trailer home.

Someone’s getting roughed up,

because they wouldn’t leave her alone.

 

My friend, his eyes become

a hall of ice

He’s too good for

this ghetto paradise..

 

there’s the empty kitchen

and the sad march of stragglers,

cackled laughter through smoke

sharp and crooked as deer antlers.

 

And I stand there in the hall

next to a guy wearing an old ‘Brewers’ hat-

“What the hell am I doing here,” I say.

But only God knows that.

 

As the fighting ends

and the smoke dissapears

I wonder how the hell

I ended up here.

 

All I know

is that the love

he can’t find

has changed him forever.