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"hey mister"

the kind of thing you hear 

outside of 7/11's 

on the weekend,

the sort of talk 

the impatient place 

on those who float

who glide through hell,

the kid couldnt have been sixteen

painted as a novice

and shaking out tremors

suited for the west coast,

he never looked me in the eye

always at the ceiling

Or In this case, the sky

"hey mister",

Im a "mister" now

not a dude

or man

or bro 

although I've grown

I don't feel old,

do I look tapped out?

a thousand gold thoughts

pour from molten molds

where the jettison is gilded

"Hey mister"

a youth spent wondering 

if I wasted time 

and ironically 

I wasted all my time wondering,

with a face I keep blank

So I'm numb to emotion

and I keep my heart beats practical

or else I explode into animation, straight Pixar,

"Hey mister"

it stings my ears 

and sends wild arrows down my veins 

slowly splintering into my computer

I calculate the odds of survival,

low at best,

"hey mister",he says a final time

"IN ALL THE FIRE THAT THE WORLD HAS EVER KNOWN

WHY DO YOU TREAD ON THE COALS OF MY PATH!

IS IT ALCOHOL MY BOY? DO YOU NEED SOME CHANGE FOR GAS?

ALL I ASK IS THAT YOU STOP SPEAKING OR BREATHING 

WHICHEVER THE WORLD DEEMS ME LUCKY ENOUGH TO HAVE!"

he looks at me and subtly replys

"Your shoes untied"

"Oh shit, thanks kid"