This Consequence

the kidds are running
in the hallways

throwing cupcakes
at passing cars

recording girl fights
on their cell phone cameras

cutting at their arms
in bathroom stalls

masterbating
into the urinals

fifteen year olds
talk about crack like its candy

what consequence can they be given
that isn't worse than what they've already done to themselves?



A prayer for the wicked
EVOL ME ... EM LOVE
there are no urgencies
in these voices
no
no
no
their hope sits perched
upon the highest branches
then
floats
off
on the breeze like a melody
so
so
so
meloncholy
with heartached stained memories
they close their eyes to dream
and recite stoic prayers into the mourning