Poem: No Place to Go

My take on the kid dealing drugs on a wintry Chicago corner.

No Place to Go Why would he do it? This madness, standing in the cold and heat, dealing other people’s dreams A life at immediate risk kept or taken daily The answer may lie easy as the slouch of manliness in this boy Or as uneasy as the eyes flirting down side streets, peeling walls and cars and faces This madness is uncommon skill A rising of cream, the scholarship of streets, A will to live and love, to die a notch above the rest Honor the courage, with no place else to go

This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection BROKEN PIECES available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats.