That backward hormone

 Backward toward wellington
he wore red under his clothes
Barely a man
convincing me of his narrative

before hell existed
clean paved roads
sloping downward and backward
existing into the past

towel over his hair
scared eyes hopeful
Back through Porirua
where new life hung from streetights

where drizzle blurred reality
clouded it with exhausting dreams
where other worldly entities interfere
Where they confuse, antogonize and jeer

The bully smile of a night
The baseball bat impact of a night
His pale skin trembling
for backwards into thse storm of a past