THE BLACK HAIRED BOY:
The Black Haired Boy, The Raven Black, whose hair
in feather daggers cut you – if you – get too – close.
The Gypsy-eyed Boy with a hole in his ear. Big enough
for a Black Ring you could see the Universe, pass the
whole world through, is hanging, one hand, off the
rail, rocking on the Train.
His Skinny legs vibrating in his skinny jeans.
Black leather loafers root him to the new spot.
They know something he does not, pale white,
impatient eyes that dance with every breath in haled
through pencil lips. That breath, once in, is craving
to escape his angry body.
(K)