There lives a boy in me

There lives a boy in me
Who still stands occasionally
with his hand in his back pocket
of his blue jeans

There lives a boy in me
who’s God was  a cross between
Marley and  Buddha
whose gospel is told in the words of Dylan

still in his head

There lives a boy in me
who’s idea of freedom
is still

in the lines of
a White T
faded jeans &  Bata slippers

There lives a boy in me
who still gaze at the perforated  twinkling s
against the taut dark spread overhead
and scribble poetic lines