Poem: Still From A Reel-Life Movie

“I’ll be gone for a while”, he said, when he died, he’d always liked to leave in style.

The kid took it well, thought it was cool, that line by itself, would be his only influence through school

cruising through weekends, cutting class, smoking grass, his dad had died. Tough guys don’t cry. He’d wander past this, slowly.

In a while, the style seemed to sli…