andy made me steal
he was older and shooting
scabbed and crazy
greasy hair and a temper
at twelve
i climbed in the windows
andy zeroed on the cache
always money diamonds drugs and
bad bad pictures
andy had the nose
i had the fear
but later we’d get drunk
under the freeway
and throw bottles at the
cockroaches
andy made me skip school
said they’d just beat
it all out of me sooner
than later
i liked blue oyster cult
but andy called ‘em fag rock
not like soft white underbelly
and cuffed me for my troubles
life was good until
the night i fell out of the car