A surfer settling down in a cemetery town.
Flashback to a feature that you’d written for me.
Your story has a sting, but as children you were king.
You thought yourself a ruler of a brutal monarchy.
King David, atop your fiery mountain.
You glare as your subjects coil in fear.
The teacher, Columbine averted, destroyed you in front of all your peers.
Some summer starry night, your fearless eyes burn bright.
I watched you shoot a rifle, mix the soda with the strong.
You were moving far away, down tracks and alleyways.
My favorite mischief maker, but I could not come along.
King David, at some anarchist concert,
Surrounding the center of your sun.
Your planets, some handsome vice consumers.
A different side of you had won.
My family moved away from our childhood place.
From time to time I wonder if you think of me.
Out on your lonely trail, somewhere beyond the veil.
Maybe there you’re a leader, king David.
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