curbdrop out of grace

up and over

when you were young you used to look at stars and wonder,
if this histeria was hanging from the trees,
and the impossibles were scraped against your knees.

you discovered the secret to how every angel hovers,
where sun meets sky addicted puppets swing from strings,
words collide with lies as sinners decyper what it means.

the quiet appetite sits slumbering belly under,
the friction opening the holes on sockless feet,
flashes framed fill the fiction of your memory.

and every summer month seemed to collapse in the thunder,
sitting on porches sweating bottles bleeding jeans,
and the feeling that nothing else matters to me.

now marking calendars as flag poles and birds shudder,
windows and women wrapped in every school boys' dreams,
cloud shaped shadows dulling everything we see.

bleeding blue bleeding june draining faces as intentions shatter against skeletons

posted by fillshe @ 5:49 PM