Lost Boy

Silver glinted eye flick
of death-masked grim reaper.
Biked figure
with buckled wheel smile
and glass shard
switch-blade masculinity.

"What you got for me?"
Voice breathless calls behind

"What you got for me?"
Slam of bike brakes

"What you got for me?"
Back wheel blocks the way

"What you got for me?"
"Nothing"

Gnarl-handed quiver
of willow-framed boy
still sprouting.
A rootless lurch
a fumbled search
in oversized pockets.
He's playing at being a man.