he's sitting on the curb
just inches
from the traffic.
he doesn't see me, but
i guess he senses.
"okay there's this seed,
growin into a flower, right?"
i nod. he doesn't see.
"well, it's all
happy &
excited &
shit.
cos it's gonna be a flower,
ya know?
so it does
every little fuckin thing
that the flowers say it
needs to,
& one day it gets to be a flower."
at least 17, i think as he
takes a drag
from his cig.
finally, he looks at me next to him.
"the problem is:
it's in the big city &
people don't see it & shit.
well,
they   don't   bother   to.
so when they drive by,
way above speed limit,
the fuckin petals get
blown off,
& eventually,
it gets blown by it's roots.
& that's it.
everything
it worked for,
how careful it was,
how hopeful & excited,
none
of
it
mattered."
when i take a look at his face,
his eyes are bloodshot.
stoned or
crying?
"let me tell ya, it was
fucked
to begin with."

june 18th, 2005 | 11:24 am