My Unstable Poetry

Patrol On the Corner

He texts you at 9:05 am
Your phones dead
Walks over and knocks,
You're out late with friends
He plays a guitar outside your window
While you strum to a whole unordinary tune
He let's your hair shadow him
While you put it in a bun of wavy sunny hair
Putting on your boots,
You put on your vans
Arming his hands for you,
Falling asleep with no message goodnight
Bringing home a new phone number,
You hear noises of night in shreds
What what will he do if
You are trapped
Kidnapped
Wasted
Or
Smoked like a raw cigarette
In that plain old plaid style fashion