(Good luck)
Catching whiffs of the river bank
there were moments wear fear had seemed to grip me
that I'd see the devil-faces of my old friends beneath me
between thrashed decks of skateboards we would ride
and over grown bushes where we used to hide
Vader
aim that death star
laser at my teeth
and pull the trigger
please end my misery
wishes in a fish bowl
scooping hands of filth and sin
collect cuts in your mouth
so the germs can get in
and nothing left the next day but a mask
hanging from the straps on the back of the branch of the tree outside your window.