scraggly looking chump

with walls
with chalk
to write with
that breaks
in hands
in the PM
the battery
meter
runs low
he took the metro
to football
tie on
in his corporate
jungle
an office of
only paper
& fear
& ideas
he sits
allllllllllllll
day long
waiting to
become someone
else
his release
the weekend
temporary
& fake
an illusion
a band-aid
his coffee
his secret potion
of remembrance
& warmth
his lover
a friend
& mirror
that he sees
himself in
his friends
reminders of
better times
& talking
throwing caution
his family
paved the way
in 7th grade
his left knee
writhes with pain
his pants
fit again
the sweater
with sleeves & holes
renew again
his purpose
the books
he's read
his only
real
education
practice writing
practice reading
to better himself
to articulate
to create
like Kurosawa
the tattoo
he never got
the scar he's
always had
the fist fight
he's always wanted
the truth he's never accepted