the prince is dead

beholden to the union jack they

cried the prince is dead! 

nobody could recall the day

a child was born with a royal

stake. the screenagers in great piety  

dropped phones and made a vape tornado 

to celebrate the deceased 

the end of life leased

#katyamills

i was a vape

you were vaping peanut butter cups

and blowing smoke

into space

 

i was shielded in the cradle

of a book

 

nothing beats a paperback the scent of adventure

and undiscovered worlds they

cannot make a juice for it

i boasted

 

then you found newspaper

print vape juice on

google

 

we laughed our asses off

all the way to the

store

youth too

we are young -ii-

i hurt by all the friends i lost
by my involvement more than anything

 they ever did

a revolving door of well-meaning kids

who tried to help this kid
when this kid was deeply
 unreachable

now and again a horror
such a demon at times

 i been
have i healed or will i ever
be so terrible you will
not wanna remember me

turn the blinds down
light up the no vacancy
keep me far away

have i done the same

 to you

i believe i suffered

(before and after you)

i am young

lead me — oh! — very young what
of darkness and derision
 to faith from
indecision

inside out of me

— of us all — like
vapors we pass
 through

change us
i am sorry

as we get older i believe
 in our presence
we are young