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)