The Catcher in the Rye: He Just Runs

Him,
that boy,
that phony slob,
that immature boy
honest
but careless
boy just runs.

He waits,
that boy,
alone
for a goodbye
a sad,
a happy,
a bad goodbye.

Him,
that boy
runs in the getaway.
Fearless
or not
just runs
and runs.


He waits,
that boy,
sick and tired
for train
that will never go forth.
So now,
he just runs
and runs.