Evan’s Reprieve

He twists

shifts and sifts

through sheets

newly laundered

as if he is swimming

in a sea of solitude

comfort and relief;

today is Saturday.

today is

saturday.

The only day

left unmolested

by the comings and goings

of school yard antics

sideshow panics

where his face is

made up as

beautiful as his

lineage has imposed.

Where every girl he

knows throws

and throttles to be

the hand upon his knee

the

one wearing his letter

fetter and ring

because he is

king,

of nothing.

He twists more

realizing the mental

images

the soulful onslaught

of wearing an unwanted

crown

is creeping into his world

and it is Saturday!

Sifting tighter.

Stop

door bell.

What now?!

Evan…. EVan

EVAN! Come down!

And so the play begins

the drop down

dive and bend

to the will of the

money makers and

game gang bangers

of his ‘sophisticated’ life

Meet Mr. CEO

and his queen

meet the paster and

his dreams

we gave money to

the church and the

charity

our boy will be

known be

seen

and all he

really wants is to be

back in bed

because it is

Saturday.

But here they come

the Duke and his wife

with dutchess in tow

because the wheels of

torture must continue to

pull tug and tow

his line into the future

but its not

his future

its not his

 

because it is Saturday

he longs to sneak off to the waters

edge

to dip his toes into the sound of

nothing

and dream of warmer hands

and a life he will never have

because all he hears is

expectation

the drive and motivation

the grandchildren he will

be making

the woman he must bed

because he must wed

his life to the vices of his

father

and be the ‘Man’

and they will sing

great is the king

but damn it

it is Saturday

Evan isn’t listening

he is out of his mind

he is running out of time

the court is adjourning

and he is turning into

the very thing he hates

the Football jock instead

of the boy who sings

the Frat man on campus

instead of with the man

on campus

…. and it seems

hopeless

to know all this

as he stares out the window

and dreams

Saturday

is a reprieve…

unless you

are the son

of a king.