guru / trev

he was a shitty yet
willing parent
to a kid with
shitty parents

he liked to fight and
defend
smoked careless blunts
with a seasoned
efficacy
climbed trees on acid
always had this
girl or that one
standing very elegantly a few
feet away
green or purple natty
dreadlocks
and a smile
that brought those
around him out of
bad trip nightmares

perched on a central
park midnight rock
spitting weird elastic truths
or sitting in the
6th ave taco bell by
the window before
the fire
deconstructing a chili cheese burrito
cackling like
an illuminated isaac
newton

he played hackeysack
he scared off the
plainclothes de-tecs
smoking a cigarette
eating an avocado or
spooning out a mason jar
of skinned coconut and honey
or laughing larger
than my entire lifetime

anathema to assholes
peacebringer
ducking out when
the scene was shady
we exploded lighters and
conducted other
petty mischief
around fort greene park
or gobbled a quick slice
of brooklyn pizza
high on chocolate thai and
blathering about
saturday morning
cartoons

he giggled like a child but
later straight fucked up a
drunken asshole near NYU
who was
talking that bullshit
completely ignorant
of the fact that he was
speaking to the negro brooklyn
buddha in
black jeans
a dedicated smile that could squash a
lifetime beef or
send shivers down
the spine of those
who would
do harm

sitting at chelsea pier (he
pretended I was fucking
him and his girlfriend to
ditch unwanted
suitors) we smoke
cigarettes and
try together
extremely
hard to make sense
of it all

i called his house
once
his father's inebriated
voice barely
knew he had
a child

let alone a man
who had
saved
my life